"Well, I'll show 'em what I'm made of."
"Splendid! I like to hear you speak in that way."
"You do?" he asked eagerly. "You do think I'll make good, don't you?"
"What station is this?" she asked deliberately.
"Rahway," he said, leaning close to her in order to see the name on the station.
"I think I'll have a holiday on Christmas," he ventured carefully. "That's next week, you know. May I come down to Princeton for the afternoon and evening?"
"To see me?" She seemed surprised.
"Yes," he said simply. She had expected some frivolous reply. Her gaze wavered ever so slightly as it met his.
"It will be a very dull way to spend Christmas," she said.
"Christmas is always a dull day," he said, so imploringly that she laughed. He came very near to adding, irrelevantly, that she was prettier than ever when she smiled.