"I don't want the others to know that we are friends. I want them to think--what they always think."
"How do I know you trust me?"
"Lock the street door," he said; "you're younger than I. It's easier for you to move about."
She locked the door and returned.
"Are you staying," he asked, "through curiosity or friendship?"
"Look here," she said, "it's neither, Can't you guess what ails me?"
"Tell me."
She took his strong, wicked face between her young hands, and bending over kissed him on the forehead. Then she drew back, flaming.
The legless man was touched. "Why?" he asked.
"I don't know. It just came to me," she said. "God knows I didn't want it to. I guess that's all"