out. I apologize deeply, Mrs Sandgate, but there was no alternative.â
âNo alternative?â Lania wasnât going to accept a feeble excuse like that. If weâd had any decency, we would have driven past and killed ourselves.
âArnold isnât used to manual clutch ââ I said.
âThe brake wouldnât hold ââ Arnold began.
â Damn your clutch! And your brake!â Laniaâs voice rose to a fishwifeâs shriek. âWhat about my hedge?â
The twins had dashed for the neutral zone under the portico and were busy pretending that they had never seen any of us before in their lives.
âWeâll get on to a garage right away,â Arnold promised. âTheyâll send a tow truck for the car. Once theyâve lifted it off, we can see what the damage is. It may not be as bad as it looks.â
âIt looks better already,â I said brightly. âNow that weâve got our combined weight out of the car.â
âSure it does, Babe.â Arnold slid his arm around my waist and I clung to him limply, even though he was pretty limp himself. We propped each other up in the face of Laniaâs awesome wrath. There was something inhuman about it. Youâd think sheâd be glad the hedge was there â it had quite possibly saved our lives.
âIâm sure the hedge can be fixed,â I offered weakly.
âSure, it can,â Arnold echoed.
âYou know nothing about it!â Lania turned on her heel. âNothing at all!â
Seven
We spent the next few days lying very low. We all but crawled into a hole and pulled the top over us. I caught Arnold actually tiptoeing down the path on his way to the train one morning, hunched over and trying to lower his profile beneath the top of the ruined hedge.
The car-hire people had not been exactly warm and supportive, either. They claimed that there had been nothing wrong with their car â until we got at it. They were in no hurry to let us have a replacement car and, anyway, we decided it would be better to stick to the car we knew. The garage promised to let us have it back by the end of the week with everything fixed. It would be safer to keep it â who knew what problems we might find with another car?
Arnold had even promised to take a couple of days away from his research and drive us around some more. To that end, we were poring over maps at the breakfast table the day the car was due to be returned.
âThey sure have some funny names in this country,â Donald observed. âLower Slaughter â isnât that crazy?â
âNo crazier than Medicine Hat,â Arnold said. âOr how about the Susquehanna River?â
âJust the same ââ I was studying the map and weighed in on Donaldâs side. âIâm glad we didnât have to tell our friends we were spending the summer at Potterâs Bar â or Prattâs Bottom.â
âYeah,â Arnold retorted swiftly. âWeâd have been the butt of some pretty awful jokes.â
We all groaned and hurled pieces of toast at him â the Harper accolade for a successful pun. (Even our friends in New Hampshire had gotten into the spirit of the thing and, during cocktail hour, joined us in bombarding him with olives, peanuts and lightweight snacks. Hostesses had been known to draw Arnold aside and implore, âPlease, Arnold, no puns' unless youâre standing on the linoleum.â)
Esmond took one horrified look at the flying crusts, abandoned his soggy corn flakes and disappeared through the cat flap.
âOh, look ââ I protested. âNow weâve frightened Esmond again.â
âEsmond is a scaredy-cat,â Donna said severely.
âHeâs no fun at all,â Donald complained. âHeâs afraid of everything. I donât see why we couldnât have brought good old Errol along with us.â
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