“No, nothing more than a dear friend.”
“But she says she loves you—she did say it! And she told how you were together, and how you—you kissed her! She said she knew it was wrong all the time, but she did care for you so much. And she asked me to forgive her.”
“Bless her honest little heart!” smiled Frank. “And did she tell you that we had agreed to tell you everything?”
“Yes.”
“And you were jealous?”
“Yes.”
“And you resolved never to have anything to do with me again?”
“Yes. I vowed over and over that I would never, never speak to you again.”
“But you have.”
“How could I help it? You stopped my horse; perhaps you saved me from being killed. I had to thank you.” And then, with a sudden change of manner, she went on: “I am not going to be foolish, Frank; Elsie is a splendid girl. I tell you, I will be one of the bridesmaids, and you must have a swell wedding.”