"That's all right," said Greg. "But suppose—well, suppose I hadn't been, well—decent."
"I would have known exactly what to do!" she said with an intimidating air that made him smile broadly. "But I knew you were the instant I looked at you," she added.
"Thanks," said Greg.
She was still sore. "I don't see how you could have guessed!" she went on. "At home when we have theatricals everybody says I make a perfectly dandy boy!"
"That's different," said Greg smiling.
"What must you think of me!" she murmured in an humbler tone.
"Nothing but what is good," he said quickly. "I would be a fool if I thought otherwise. I was only anxious for you because I supposed you did not know the risks you ran."
"I knew," she said. "I armed myself."
Greg was both amused and thrilled at the diminutive size of her and her unquestioned courage.
"It seemed necessary for me to do it," she explained further, "though after all I have accomplished nothing. I did it for some one—some one I cared for very much."