"Monica," says Kit, presently, slipping her slender brown fingers through her sister's arm, "what did Terry mean just now, when he spoke about some one being 'spoons' on you? Does that mean being in love with you?"
No answer.
"Is Mr. Desmond, then, in love with you?"
No answer.
"Is he?"
"Oh, Kit, how can I answer such a question as that?"
"In words, I suppose. Is he in love with you?"
"I don't know," says Monica, in a troubled tone. "If I ever had a lover before, I should know; but——"
"That means he is," says the astute Kit. "And I'm sure," with a little loving squeeze of her arm, "I don't wonder at it."
"You must not say that," says Monica, earnestly. "Indeed, he said a few things to me, but that is nothing; and——"