This being
Sunday, I don't think you'll get anything from here until
to-morrow morning."
I reflected. It wasn't so awfully far back to Port Vigor. A
flivver from the local garage could spin me back there in a
couple of hours at the most. But somehow it seemed more
fitting to go to the Professor's rescue in his own Parnassus,
even if it would take longer to get there. To tell the truth,
while I was angry and humiliated at the thought of his being
put in jail by Andrew, I couldn't help, deep down within me,
being rather thankful. Suppose he had been in the wreck? The
Sage of Redfield had played the part of Providence after all.
And if I set out right away with Parnassus, I could get to
Port Vigor--well, by Monday morning anyway.
The good people of the Moose Hotel were genuinely surprised at
the hurry with which I dispatched my lunch. But I gave them
no explanations. Goodness knows, my head was full of other
thoughts and the apple sauce might have been asbestos. You
know, a woman only falls in love once in her life, and if it
waits until she's darn near forty--well, it _takes!_ You see
I hadn't even been vaccinated against it by girlish
flirtations. I began to be a governess when I was just a kid,
and a governess doesn't get many chances to be skittish.
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