"You what?"
"I know so."
"Good. Never let a think show through your answer. Yes or no!"
"Yes."
He tweaked her chin again.
"Watch out somebody doesn't steal you on your way home, big girl."
"To-morrow at ten," she repeated, going out into the sunshine that smote her with the sting of hot lances. The tweak from his hand lay back somewhere, branded none too pleasantly into her consciousness.
But just the same, when she inquired of a traffic policeman the direction to the Hotel Hudson, even the mundane wording of her asking clicked like happy castanets into her spirit.
CHAPTER XVII
And so it came about, through events of surprisingly simple shaping, that her first week in the metropolis found Lilly integral to it.