“I want to be the first to kiss you,” she said. Lee gave her an enthusiastic hug and swung her up to the table.
Tiny laughed and made herself comfortable. “You look for all the world like a long white lily in your night-gown,” she said; “but I do believe you are as strong as Randolph.”
Lee threw herself backward until her finger-tips touched the floor, then writhed her slender body until she looked like a snake uncoiling. Tiny gasped.
“No wonder you are graceful,” she said. “Who taught you to do that?”
“Want to see me kick?”
“No, no,” said Tiny hurriedly. “I don’t think it is nice to kick, dear. But I am not going to scold you. I can’t realise that you are eighteen. It makes me feel a grandmother—I am twenty-four.”
“Why don’t you marry? I think it must be horrid to be an old maid.”
“How horrid of you, Lee. I’m not an old maid.”
“You look just sixteen; but why don’t you marry?”
“Of course you will ask till you find out. Well, Lee, considering that you are really grown-up to-day, I’ll tell you something. I’m thinking about it.”