THE REDEMPTION OF ANTHONY
"I'd like to go," volunteered Priscilla.
"How about you, Peter?"
"No, thank you."
"Are you going to use The Parson, Mrs. Crompton? If not, I'll take him."
"Take him, and welcome," said she, pushing back her chair; "but don't lead him into mischief."
"That's your prerogative, I suppose," said Peter.
"Exactly, I'll exercise it on you in his absence, Peter, Peter, Pumpkin-eater."
"I think 'I'll wrap the drapery of me couch about me,' and lie down to pleasant dreams," said Mrs. Martin. "It's a fine day to sleep."
So The Parson, Priscilla, and Tony set forth in the machine, Priscilla on the front seat with Tony, and The Parson stretched out in perfect comfort on the roomy back seat.
"Where shall we go?" Tony asked the girl.
"Over there to the sky-line," she an-
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