“I guess I’m pretty tired,” she said at last, with a sigh.
“And I keeping you up!” returned Hugh, suddenly penitent and stopping in his promenade.
“Débutantes find it rather difficult to go to sleep when they are tired. This is the first party I ever gave in my life, Hugh.”
“Never too late to mend,” he returned.
“But sometimes too late to go to bed,” she answered. “We must look out for that.”
“You go upstairs,” said Hugh. “I told Stebbins I’d see to the lights. Ally was hungry. I’ll fix everything.”
“Yes, she was,” thought Miss Frink, “and thirsty, too.” But she kept the reflection to herself. She turned toward the door. “Good-night,” she said.
Hugh took a long step after her. “Let me tell you before you go how I thank you: how happy you have made me!”
She looked up at him sideways. She even had inspiration to perform a novel act. She threw the big, earnest, troubled boy a kiss as she vanished into the hall.
For the first time in her life Miss Frink felt rich—and satisfied with her wealth.