They had enough food for their own needs and a trifle to spare.
Lunch might be managed, but any thought of a later meal was out of the
question. "We'll start back at four-thirty," said Medora to Peter.
"Meanwhile"--to the college men--"the world is ours."
After lunch the enlarged party walked forth again. Mrs. Phillips had old
things to show to fresh eyes: she formed the new visitors into a compact
little group and let them see how good a guide she could be. Cope and
Carolyn strolled negligently--even unsystematically--behind. Once or twice
the personally conducted looked back.
"I hope she won't tell them again how I came to the rescue," said Cope. "It
makes a man feel too flat for words. Anybody might think, to hear her go
on, that I had saved you all from robbery and murder...."
"Why, but didn't you?" inquired Carolyn seriously.
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_COPE GETS NEW LIGHT ON HIS CHUM_
Cope had the luck to get back to Churchton with little further in the way
of homage. He was careful with Carolyn; she had perhaps addressed him in a
sonnet, and she might go on and address him in an ode. He thought he had
done nothing to deserve the one, and he would do almost anything to escape
the other.
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