Bob
gave one look and his heart sank into his boots.
"Gee!" he muttered and there was anger in his eye. "Just wait till
I get Doughnuts Plummer alone somewhere."
Meanwhile Aunty Bixby was limping down upon them with all sails set,
her stiff silk dress billowing out about her and her little hat set
securely on her determined head, while Jimmy puffed along behind her.
With rare presence of mind Bob jumped out, opened the door of the car
and offered to assist the old woman. His reward was a cold stare that
made him feel like a baby caught with the jelly jar.
"No, thank you, young man," said Aunty Bixby. "I am quite capable
of climbing into this--er--horrible thing, unassisted."
Bob shot a wild glare at Jimmy, who hovered in the background, but
at the look of utter misery on the latter's face, even Bob's hard
heart was softened.
As the old woman rustled into the car Joel Banks moved over
courteously, but there was a gleam of amusement in his eye that
puzzled Bob. How could he know that the old gentleman was having
the time of his life?
Bob nudged Jimmy, bidding him do his duty and introduce the two old
people, and, to do poor Jimmy justice, he really did do his best. But
Aunty Bixby could not get the name straight, even with the assistance
of her ear trumpet.
"Not that it matters in the least," said the old woman irritably,
settling back with a grim expression on her face.
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