“But, what does that—you’re hiding something from me!”
“Perhaps I am.”
“What is it?”
“Never mind, now.”
“But, Dorothy—”
“No time for that, Janet. Get into that swing arrangement with your back to the window.”
“All right, but kiss me goodbye, first.”
They held each other close for a second. Then as Janet took her place on the seat attached to the steel cable, Dorothy switched off the light.
“I’ll—I’ll do as you ask, I mean, about Mr. Sanborn,” whispered Janet.
“Thanks, darling, I—” began Dorothy, her hand on the window sash ready to raise it. Then suddenly she stopped.