And feeling in a false position, she took his arm, rather unwillingly. He drew a little nearer to her, and walked with a slight prance.
“We get on better, don’t we?” he said, giving her hand the tiniest squeeze with his arm against his side.
“Much!” she replied, with a laugh.
Then he lowered his voice oddly.
“It’s many a day since I was on this railroad,” he said.
“Is this one of your old walks?” she asked, malicious.
“Yes, I’ve been it once or twice—with girls that are all married now.”
“Didn’t you want to marry?” she asked.
“Oh, I don’t know. I may have done. But it never came off, somehow. I’ve sometimes thought it never would come off.”
“Why?”