She was all blushes and shyness. Her hair had gone back into the long plait, and she wore her schoolgirl dress again.
"You're too proud, Gladys!" he said reproachfully. "Why did you never tell me of your engagement?"
"Why, I didn't ardly count it to interest you, Mr. Vaughan. Besides, it's not to be for two years."
"Are you in love with him?"
"Why, what a question! I like him. He's a nice boy."
"I suppose he's very much in love with you?"
"Oh, he's all right."
"That was a very cruel letter you wrote me, Gladys."
"I was afraid you'd think it rude," she answered apologetically.
"No, dear. It isn't rude to refuse a proposal. You can't accept them all, can you?"