"You're not sorry then that you told me?"
"No, by God! I don't deserve this ... but I'm not sorry. That was just childish pride ... If you really are the better man of the two I might as well make up my mind to it!"
Pen laughed. "But I'm not! ... Oh, my tongue is quicker than yours. I can tangle you all up in words. But you have a simplicity! I sit at your feet!"
"Pen!"
"Come on, I shouldn't have told you that! ... Come on, I feel as light as air, now!" She whirled around and gave his elbows a little squeeze. "Isn't it blessed to be relieved of that horrible constraint that lay on us." She was off ahead again. "I can say whatever I like to you now without thinking ... I expect I'll shock you sometimes. I'm no lady!"
"I guess I can stand it," he said grinning.
Pen had a hundred questions to ask as they went. The most trifling details of his childhood were important to her.
"Have you any photographs of yourself as a child?" she asked eagerly. "How I should love them!"
"All ages," he said lightly. Suddenly his voice became embittered. "I suppose they're in the hands of the police."
"We'll get them back!" said Pen confidently.