“I’m not! Of course, I’m not! Oh, Theodore, I’ve been wanting to ask you something for a long time. I do want to go back home for a day.... Would you take me?”
Theodore eyed her through wreaths of blue smoke.
“Well, I might,” he hesitated, “but hadn’t you better ask Jordan? I’m afraid he wouldn’t like me––”
Molly got up so quickly that Theodore, surprised, got up too.
“I don’t want Jordan, and I do want you,” she said emphatically. “Of course if you don’t care to go––”
“On the contrary,” interrupted Theodore, good-naturedly, “I would really like it.... Yes, I’ll go all right.... I have a reason for going.”
Molly’s whole demeanor changed. She gave a musical laugh. He could have but one reason, and she felt she knew that reason! What a handsome dear he was, and how she loved the whole bigness of him! 182
As she turned to walk away, Theodore fell in at her side, suiting his steps to hers.
“Mind you, Molly, any day you say but Saturday.”
“Why not Saturday?” asked Molly, pouting. “I might want you then!”