off," he laughed.

"If you loved me you'd take me too."

"You're crazy!"

"But you like me crazy, Jerry."

He grinned and made no reply.

But Isabelle had seen a way. She asked Wally for some money to buy a
souvenir. The treasure she bought was a ticket to New York on the night
train. When she was ordered to bed because she was too young for hotel
hops, she bade Jerry farewell, and went off without protest. From that
moment on, she worked fast. She pinned a note to Max's pincushion, in
the most approved fashion. She packed a bag, took a cab to the station,
went to bed, and what is more, to sleep, in the calm satisfaction, that
the story was to have a happy ending!

CHAPTER NINETEEN

The romantic adventure of running off with Jerry proved a dismal
failure. She had failed to study the psychology of her _particeps
criminis_ in the fascination of analyzing her own. Far from being
pleased with her company, he was greatly annoyed thereat. He wired her
father the facts, begged him to follow to Jacksonville and take her off
his hands. When Wally stepped from under, as it were, directing Jerry to
hand the pest over to a teacher in New York, the young man's irritation
became excessive and he was at no trouble to conceal it.

Isabelle confessed that she had informed her mother "in a pin-cushion
note" that she had eloped with Jerry. She pointed out to him that, after
this public announcement of her intentions, it would be necessary for
him to marry her, "to save her honour" as she phrased it. He laughed,
brutally. He inquired her age, and when she boasted that she was "going
on seventeen"--that many girls were "wooed and married and a'," by that
time--he laughed again.

When, however, she persisted in the idea, and declared her love for him,
he talked to her like a disagreeable elder brother, casting reflections
upon her breeding and her manners. He told her that she was a silly
little thing, that she did not amuse him in the least, and that it was
high time she began to conduct herself like a lady. He began to address
her, coldly, as Miss Bryce.

She appealed to him, coquetted with him, abused him; all to no effect. He
remained formal and distant during the entire journey. She was deeply hurt
and humiliated by his actions, but on the whole she got considerable
satisfaction out of the role of blighted being.

They both concentrated upon the end of the trip. Jerry longed to be rid
of