"Come along with me and Ruby. We'll go to a
restaurant and 'ave a bite together. I--I suppose you'll be saying
good-by to them striped tights and the spotted trunks."
"I should like to buy them, Joey," cried David eagerly.
"They are yours, my lad; take 'em. They belong to me. Now, let's get
out of this. I don't think it's best for Brad to find you 'ere."
As they left the lot, David carrying all of his possessions in the
unwieldy satchel, they were met by Colonel Grand.
"David," said he, falling in beside them, "have you sufficient funds
to carry you back to old Virginia? If you need money, I will gladly
let you have it--as a loan."
They were surprised by the offer.
David hated him. "No, Colonel Grand, I can't take your money, even as
a loan. It will be easy for me to raise the amount."
The Colonel gave him an ugly smile.
"As you like," he said. He lifted his hat to Ruby and abruptly turned
back.
Far ahead were two figures that they knew well. Mrs. Braddock and
Christine were hurrying away from the grounds as if desirous of
avoiding a meeting with the young man.
David urged his companions to a more rapid walk.
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