"The only way you could, I'm afraid, is by lending me some of your brains—and I'm afraid they wouldn't fit my noddle. He's awfully clever, and I feel like a fool when I'm with him."
"But you do really love him, don't you?" Clytie asked anxiously.
Fancy nodded gravely. "I guess yes. As much as I can love anybody. I'm afraid of him. That's one sign, isn't it?"
"And you can't tell me who he is?"
"Not yet."
"Fancy, when you're married, I'll give you a wedding."
"I accept!" said Fancy Gray.
She turned to go, but hesitated a moment, as if she could hardly make up her mind to ask the question, yet couldn't go without asking it. "Miss Payson," she said finally, "did you tell Frank that I had been here?"
"Of course I did!"
"What did he say?"