“You don’t go walks with the fellows, then?”
“Father would never have it,” she replied.
“What will he say now?” he asked, with self-satisfaction.
“Goodness knows!” she laughed.
“Goodness usually does,” he answered archly.
When they came to the rather stumbly railway, he said:
“Won’t you take my arm?”—offering her the said member.
“Oh, I’m all right,” she said. “Thanks.”
“Go on,” he said, pressing a little nearer to her, and offering his arm. “There’s nothing against it, is there?”
“Oh, it’s not that,” she said.