"Oh, I beg your pardon. Sorry."
Mr. Penway was gazing at them with affectionate interest from the
doorway. Kirk released Mamie and stepped back.
"I only looked in," explained Mr. Penway. "Didn't mean to intrude.
Thought you might have finished your chat, and it was a trifle lonely
communing with nature."
"Bob," said Kirk, "you'll have to get on without me for a day or two.
Make yourself at home. You know where everything is."
"I can satisfy my simple needs. Thinking of going away?"
"I've got to go up to Connecticut. I don't know how long I shall be
away."
"Take your time," said Mr. Penway affably. "Going in the auto?"
"Yes."
"The weather is very pleasant for automobiling just now," remarked Mr.
Penway.
* * * * *
Ten minutes later, having thrown a few things together into a bag, Kirk
took his place at the wheel. Mamie sat beside him. The bag had the rear
seat to itself.
"There seems to be plenty of room still," said Mr. Penway. "I have half
a mind to come with you."
He looked at Mamie.
"But on reflection I fancy you can get along without me."
He stood at the door, gazing after the motor as it moved down the
street. When it had turned the corner he went back into the studio and
mixed himself a high-ball.
"Kirk does manage to find them," he said enviously.
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