She saw him looking at her, and she smiled back at him, still seeming in no way alarmed by what had happened and by their position.
“I know what you are thinking,” she declared.
“Then you must be a mind-reader,” he returned.
“Sometimes I think I am something of a mind-reader—keep still, Jack! You are all right.”
“Of what was I thinking?”
“You were wondering what sort of girl I could be. Confess it! I saw it plain enough in your eyes.”
“Well, I was thinking that you did not seem like an ordinary girl,” acknowledged Frank.
“Ordinary girl?” Her red lips curled. “What can an ordinary girl do? No; I hope I am not an ordinary girl.”
She was breathing heavily.