"No! no! I would not have you do it really—only want to do it. Do you think you will remember—to want to come?"
He said the words after her, so slowly that they seemed to come from lips set with some stern emotion.
"I shall remember. I shall want to come."
She rose.
"Good-night," she said. "Shake hands?"
"No," said the voice, "not that. In playhouses you can't shake hands. Good-night—dear lady."
She turned away, and then, because she was silent the voice called after her,—
"Playmate!"
"Yes."
"I shall follow you to the wall and watch you home. You're not afraid?"