"They will
take her to Newark by trolley, I suppose. Come on."
We made our hasty adieux and escaped as best we could the shower
of congratulations.
"Now for a rest," he said, settling back into the plush covered
seat for the long ride into town, his hat down over his eyes and
his legs hunched up against the back of the next seat. Across in
the tube and uptown in a nighthawk cab we went and at last we were
home for a good sleep.
"This promises to be an off-day," Craig remarked, the next morning
over the breakfast table. "Meet me in the forenoon and we'll take
a long, swinging walk. I feel the need of physical exercise."
"A mark of returning sanity!" I exclaimed.
I had become so used to being called out on the unexpected, now,
that I almost felt that some one might stop us on our tramp.
Nothing of the sort happened, however, until our return.
Then a middle-aged man and a young girl, heavily veiled, were
waiting for Kennedy, as we turned in from the brisk finish in the
cutting river wind along the Drive.
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