“You haven’t seen me since we were kids,” he said.
“I’ve seen your picture,” reminded Betty. “The one you sent me two years ago — with one of those wonderful letters that you know how to write.”
“That’s so. I sent you my picture. But photographs sometimes fool you, Betty. Maybe I’ve changed a bit, too. People say I’ve been changing in appearance.”
“I guess that explains it, Bob. But when I heard your voice on the telephone last night, it was as if I could see you while you were talking. But now — well — it all seems different.”
“You didn’t see me last night. That was just your imagination.”
“I didn’t imagine I heard your voice! That’s different now, Bob! When I came in this afternoon, I was amazed the moment that I heard you speak.”
“A voice never sounds right over the telephone.”
“That must be it, Bob,” Betty consented, then went on.
“Don’t think I’m disappointed. I’m just bewildered, that’s all. I’m just trying to get used to you. You understand, don’t you?”
THE man arose and walked around the table. He patted the girl on the back. Somehow the action annoyed Betty, although she made no sign.