He laughed. “I wonder whether you will—whether you’ll care.”
“You say all the wrong things.” She struggled to free herself. “You’re making me sad.”
“D’you know what you’ll be when you grow up?”
She ceased struggling; she was tremendously interested in herself.
“What?”
“A flirt.”
“What is a flirt?” she asked earnestly.
“A flirt’s a——” He puzzled to find words. “A flirt’s a very beautiful woman who makes every one love her especially, and loves nobody in particular herself.”
She clapped her hands. “Oh, I hope I shall.”
Outside her bedroom at parting she stopped laughing. “I am fond of you, dear Teddy.”