“I think it is a charming name, and forgive me if I say—”
“Please don’t say any nonsense—at least I mean—”
She paused here, and blushed more deeply than before.
“You mean I have not to pay you any compliments? What I was going to say is no compliment, but the simple truth. But I will not tell you even the truth unless you like it.”
“I—I do not care for compliments.”
“You do not need them.”
“That is all right then,” smiled the Mayflower. “And—now I must say good-by, Mr. Temple; it is time I was going home.”
She put out her little hand quite timidly, and John Temple took it in his own.
“May I see you again sometimes?” he said. “Will you come here again?”