"Since when?" laughed Polly.
"Since the first day I saw you," replied David doggedly.
"Oh!" she smiled. "I never knew it! But I don't make a fuss because you call on Patricia or go round with Leonora."
"Of course you don't! You wouldn't mind if I went with forty girls! You don't care a rap for me." His face was gloomy.
"Oh, David! what do you want me to do?—hang round you all the time and say, 'David, I love you! David, it's true! David, I'll love you all my life through'?"
"Go on!" he said fiercely, "make all the fun you like! It is fun to you, but with me it's life or death!"
"David!"
"You know I never cared for any other girl! You know you are my world! And yet you deliberately make fun of me!"
Polly's dimples vanished. "No, David, I am not making fun of you, but only of your foolishness—"
"Oh, yes, I suppose it's foolish for me to love you as I do when you don't care a straw—"