“You’re the dandiest, littlest, prettiest girl there is!” he said gratefully, “An’ those big eyes of yours kind of make me feel like I was in church. Now I’ll chase home an’ give you a chance to do some sleepin’. Say—” as he started to go, “What do you think of Miss Standish?”
“Why,” she answered, perplexed, “I never thought much about her. She’s very nice;—and pretty, too; isn’t she?”
“Looks a little like a rabbit, don’t she?” he ventured.
The girl’s quick laugh flashed out and she clasped her hands together.
“Beautiful!” she cried. “How did you ever think of it?”
“Struck me the first time I saw her,” he replied, flattered, “I told her about it to-night at dinner.”
“Caleb! You didn’t!”
“Honest, I did!” he reiterated. “I—”
“What did she say?”
“Oh, she didn’t seem to mind. Got sort o’ red, an’ grinned. I guess she liked it. Her’n me didn’t get on so bad together, takin’ all into account. I guess we’ll pull together first rate when we’re better acquainted.”