“Peggy is the part you don’t already know,” she confessed, “and I like it better than the last part.”
“I do, too,” he chimed in heartily, “I won’t need to say the last part at all any more, will I?”
“N-no,” Peggy laughed. “Considering who you are. Only of course you don’t know yet, do you?”
“Don’t know who I am? Well, now, I always had a faint suspicion every time I looked in the glass that I was myself.”
“I’ve said everything wrong,” apologized Peggy sadly. “But you’ll understand after I’ve seen you sometime again and told you about everything.”
“Anything you say is all right with me, anyway,” the voice answered quickly. “I wouldn’t have you think for a minute that it wasn’t. After the game way you almost went through death by paralysis—”
Here they both laughed, until the wires sang again and again.
“May I come over to-morrow afternoon and—meet the ogre and get her approval of me, and all that?” the man’s voice asked at length.
“Yes, and you can meet somebody nicer than the ogre, too,” generously promised Peggy, “my dearest-in-the-world room-mate, Katherine Foster. Oh, she is the splendidest girl! And the prettiest! And the smartest, too.”
“To-morrow afternoon, then? Awfully glad that you’re all recovered from yesterday—good-by.”