“Why did you come back?” Agitatedly, “What a rash thing to do! Like walking into the lions’ den.”
“Well, the principal lion was nice and polite, anyhow.”
“Could you not see he was only just”—she sought for a word—“dallying with you?”
“He made me see that,” Bob confessed rather gloomily. “He made me feel like thirty cents. I guess he’s got my goat. And to think I thought him a blamed fool. I tell you I’m learning something these days; I’m taking a course they don’t have in college, all right.”
“Why do you waste time talking?” said the girl. “Every moment is precious. Go, or you are lost.”
“That sounds like the stage,” replied Bob.
She came closer, her temperamental gaze burning. “Will this make you serious?” she asked almost fiercely. “I told.”
“Eh?”
“I told all,” she repeated.
“You did?”