“Hang it, because I love you!”
“Why didn’t you tell me that in the first place? How was I to know unless you told me? But oh, Denny, I want to go home!” She laid her cheek against his hand. “I want a garden with a picket fence round it and all the simple flowers. I never want another adventure in all my days!”
“Same here!”
A stretch of silence.
“What happened to me?”
“Someone hit you with a wine bottle.”
“A vintage—and I never got a swallow!”
“And then your father went to your defense.”
“He stood astride your body until Mr. Cunningham came in and stopped the mêlée.”