“Would it?” with a bright air of innocent surprise. “Why?”
The Colonel turned and looked at her squarely, almost sternly.
“You know why, June Allen,” he said.
She had taken off her gloves and now suddenly slipped her hand into his and nestled nearer to him.
“Don’t talk solemnly,” she said, in a coaxing voice. “Don’t make me feel as if I was in church.”
He cast a side-glance at her, caught her twinkling eye, and they both laughed.
“You aggravating girl!” he said. “It’s all for your own good that I’m talking solemnly. I want you to be happy.”
“Well, I am happy, very happy. Don’t you think I look like a person who’s happy?”
He did not look at her, and she raised herself, and taking him by the two ears gently turned his face toward her.
“Excuse me,” she said politely, “but as you wouldn’t look at me I had to make you. Don’t I look happy?”