"Oh, well, Bill Marshall; if you object to explaining——"
"Confound it! Did I say I objected? I don't object."
"Then let me see if you can explain it twice in the same way."
So Bill explained all over again. The explanation may not have been in identical words, but it amounted to the same thing. It rumpled Mary's hair all over again and left her freckles swimming in a sea of pink.
"Oh, Bill!" she whispered, hiding her face.
When they came down from the skies and recognized the familiar details of the office, Mary asked a question.
"Bill, do you think Peter is really serious about Nell?"
"Why?"
"Because she is—terribly."
"Well, then, if he isn't I'll break his neck."