Nancy put up cool fragrant lips to meet a brother’s kiss, and for the moment was threatened with a second salute that was very much less fraternal, but the danger passed. Dick unlocked the door and let her pass him without protest.
“If you had been any other girl,” he mused, as they went down the stairs together companionably, “you wouldn’t have got away with that.”
“With what?” Nancy asked innocently.
“If you don’t know,” Dick said, “I won’t tell you. If you’d been any other girl I should have thrown that key out of the window when you began to sass me.”
“And then?” Nancy inquired politely.
“And then,” Dick replied finally and firmly.
“Are there any other girls?” Nancy asked, faintly curious, as they stood on the deep steps of the porch waiting for Sheila and Williams who were emerging from the middle entrance.
Dick met her glance a little solemnly, and hesitated for a perceptible instant.
“Are there, Dick?” she insisted.