"Good, good!" with vivacious enthusiasm. "Both of us must cross it at the same time and make a wish. Help me up—quick."
She reached up both hands, and Abbott lifted her to her feet.
"Whenever you cross a new bridge," she explained, "you must make a wish. It'll come true. Won't you do it, Abbott?"
"Of course. What a superstitious little Nonpareil! Do you hold hands?"
"Honest hands—" She held out both of hers. "Come on then. What are you going to wish, Abbott? But no, you mustn't tell till we're across. Oh, I'm just dying to know! Have you made up your mind, yet?"
"Yes, Fran," he answered indulgently, "it's something always in my mind."
"About Grace Noir?"
"Nothing whatever about Miss Grace Noir."
"All right. I'm glad. Say this:
"'Slow we go,
Two in a row'—