"Good night," answered Mary.
"Do you withdraw it?"
"I—I'll think about it. Will you open the door, please?"
He opened it a little way.
"I've got to know definitely," he said, with great firmness.
"Well, perhaps—if you really want——"
"Atta boy," said Bill, with a genial patting of her shoulder. "I mean, atta girl. But listen: if you ever pull a resignation on me again I'll——"
Mary looked up, a question in her eyes. Would he really accept it—really?
"Why, I'll spank you—you freckle-faced little devil."
Mary yanked the door full wide and ran down the hall. Bill watched hopefully, but she never looked back.