CHAPTER VI
"PRISCILLA MARTIN, what on earth have you done to Peter?" asked Mrs. Crompton abruptly, at the lunch-table two days later. "He acts like Death at the feast."
Priscilla cast a sympathetic glance at Peter's solemn fare. "I think Peter doesn't feel very well—do you? It's so hot—"
"Hot? Nonsense! It isn't a heat rash that Peter has; it's another disease; isn't it, Peter?"
"You ought to recognize the symptoms," he retorted.
"It isn't right to tantalize," interposed Drake. "Anybody feel up to an automobile ride after lunch?"
"Mercy! Tony, in this heat?" Mrs. Martin protested.
"Coolest place you can find," he said.
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