We were both silent. There did not seem to be anything more to talk about. Still it was rather nice out in the hall.
Somebody rattled the knob. Evidently our turn was over.
"Who's going to take you out to supper?" he asked, with sudden interest.
"I don't know," I answered.
"Well, let me take you, won't you? You'd better. There's a boy here who plays tricks on little girls!"
I shivered. Was it the stout boy?
"Once he made a little girl cry out loud at a party! You'd better. Will you? Say yes."
He came a little closer. He put out his hand, and touched my hair.
"It's like sunshine!" he cried, with a burst of enthusiasm.
I stole a shy glance at him. Nobody had ever told me that before.