“Then come to dinner with me to-morrow!”
“Oh, let’s not!” she cried. “I never go out to dinner—with people.[Pg 519]”
He smiled to himself at that, yet it hurt him. Poor little playmate, so reluctant to leave her world of make-believe!
“Just with me?” he urged, coming close to her.
“Well, all right!” she said suddenly, with a sort of desperation. “All right, then—I will!”
“Where shall I meet you?”
“I don’t know.”
“The Pennsylvania Station—Long Island waiting room—at six?”
She drew her hand away.
“All right!” she said again. “Good night!”