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"I don't think you care very much, Betty."
Jack jumped up. "I'll drive you home unless
you think that your parents will think you quite
contaminated by the ride!"

"Would you rather drive me home, or not,
Jack? We could easily say goodbye here. The
street car line, only a block away, takes me right
out home." Betty would really have preferred
to take the street car, but Jack vetoed that.

"I'm sore enough over all this," said he, "but
I'd rather take you home. I'm not a perfect
bounder, and if you like I'll go into the house
and talk to your mother."

"I wish you would," said Betty, dreading it,
however.

But when the roadster drew up before the
Lee home, Jack courteously accompanied Betty
to the front door, but said that he had changed
his mind about coming in. "I may do it some
other time," said he.

Betty, just inside the hall door, turned to see
Jack hurrying out to his car, starting it and
rolling off with never a look backwards. She
sighed, shut the door and went to ask her
mother if Mrs. Huxley had telephoned. She
had not. "It's all over, Mother, my talk with
Jack. Did you see him bring me home in his
roadster? It's the last time, of course, but I

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