“James Ross!” she cried. “Oh, but you [Pg 455]said—But he’s old!”
“Another James Ross,” he remarked, coldly. But in his heart he was rather pleased with the sensation his words caused.
“Another one? Then—are you my cousin? Are you?”
“I believe so,” Ross replied.
She was silent for a moment; then she observed, thoughtfully:
“I guess I’ll call you Jimmy.”
“I’d rather you didn’t,” said Ross. “I don’t like it.”
“I do!” said she. “I think Jimmy’s a darling name.” Suddenly she flung one arm about his neck. “And I think you’re a darling!” she added, with a sob.
“Look out!” Ross cried, sharply. “You mustn’t do that when I’m driving.” He cast a glance along the straight, empty road, and then turned to her. Her dark eyes were soft and shining with tears, but she was trying to smile.
“Oh, Jimmy!” she exclaimed. “I’m so glad you’ve come!”