“Oh, Miss Howard, would you be willing to give me your address?” he asked abruptly.
“Of course, if you wish it,” she assented cordially.
“Rather! I might call on you, you know, if I ever went to The States.”
“That would be delightful. So you think you will come across the border?”
“Perhaps. I have often wondered, just lately, you know, what I would think of The States. What do you think?”
“That I love them,” Nancy said loyally.
“Oh, yes. But what do you think that I would think?”
Nancy laughed outright, as she met his anxious eyes.
“That it is never safe to predict. I advise you to come and see for yourself.”
Barth’s face cleared.