“No-a. I’m still your jolly little pal. Only to think though, there never was a chance for those adjoining cells, after all!”
“Well, there seemed a good chance, anyhow.”
“Yes, it was nice and exciting while it lasted.” The temperamental little thing sighed. “It’s awful humdrum up here now.”
Bob didn’t ask any questions about the people up there. “You ought to have fallen in love with the hammer-thrower,” he said. “He was the real thing.”
“I suppose I should have,” she seemed to agree. “Wasn’t I stupid? Never mind. Say something nice.”
“Like you,” said Bob.
“Heaps? I need cheering.”
“Heaps.”
“Much obliged. You’re awfully good. What are you doing this evening?”
“I was sitting by the fire in dad’s old-fashioned den, thinking and dreaming.”