“So do I,” she said....
Noll sat for awhile and gazed at her.
He got up and held out his hand sheepishly:
“Shake hands,” said he; “I apologize. It’s my birthday to-day.”
Betty considered.
She hesitated—then put out a delicate thin hand:
“What age are you?” she asked.
“Fourteen,” said Noll.
“I shall be twelve to-morrow,” she said.
“Then let’s keep it now,” said Noll. “I’m going to see a splendid fellow, a friend of mine—he’s a prodigious clever fellow—he’s written a book.”