«Florence,» said Blinker, as she held him close by an arm and hand, «I love you.»
«That's what they all say,» she replied, lightly.
«I am not one of 'they all,'» he persisted. «I never knew any one I could love before. I could pass my life with you and be happy every day. I am rich. I can make things all right for you.»
«That's what they all say,» said the girl again, weaving the words into her little, reckless song.
«Don't say that again,» said Blinker in a tone that made her look at him in frank surprise.
«Why shouldn't I say it?» she asked calmly. «They all do.»
«Who are 'they'?» he asked, jealous for the first time in his existence.
«Why, the fellows I know.»
«Do you know so many?»
«Oh, well, I'm not a wall flower,» she answered with modest complacency.