“Sure you would. Any girl would have been.”
She sighs and looks out over the front lawn.
“Maybe I wouldn’t have been scared, though. Maybe——”
“Sure you would have!”
“No, wait a minute. Maybe it would be fun to be scared sometimes.”
“Well, I’d think so, myself, but a girl wouldn’t. A nice girl.”
“Why, Walter! What a thing to say!”
“Well, I mean it. Look at the way all of you act—‘Oh, no, it wouldn’t be right—do you think we ought to?’”
“What are you talking about?”
“You. That’s just what you said the other night after the party when I tried——”