Her eyes were so dark, so like pools! They met his with a smile clear through to their depths. "Well, maybe, but—but just for a little while."
"Just a little while."
"I—I oughtn't."
"You ought."
"Well, just this once."
"Sure, just this once." He linked his arm in hers.
"I—I—"
"Gee!" he said, "you're a girl after my own heart!"
On the Elevated train the windows were lowered to the first inrush of spring, and when they left the city behind them came the first green smells of open field and bursting bud.
"Now are you sorry you came, little Miss Miriam?"