She
wore no hat or bonnet, but held a handkerchief over her head to protect
her face from the sun. He was sure she saw him, but she did not show
any sign of recognition. He kept on his way, but when she had
disappeared in the store he hesitated, then stopped, recrossed the
street, and turned into the store after her. She was standing on the
grocery side, tapping the counter with a coin. Martin Worthy was
behind the counter, weighing a package of soda for her. She flushed
red and then paled a little as Westerfelt entered and held out his hand.
"It's a pretty day," he said. "I'd like to take you to drive after
dinner, if you will go with me. I hated like smoke to miss that ride
yesterday."
She shook hands with him and then turned to Worthy, who was tying the
package with a piece of twine drawn from a ball in a holder at the
ceiling. Westerfelt was afraid she was going to ignore his invitation
wholly, but she looked round presently and smiled faintly.
"I shall be glad to go," she answered. "Any one else going?"
"No; that is, not that I know of."
She leaned over to give Worthy the money, and waited for the change
without glancing again at Westerfelt.
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