"Goodness me, Teddy, I ought to be home by now," she exclaimed, springing up. Women are apt to break off a conversation just as it is getting interesting.
"May I walk home with you?"
"That would never do, Teddy."
I looked so disappointed that she softened. "You may come part way. That will be enough for Myrtle Boulevard for one afternoon."
"What do you mean?"
"The porches are full at this time, Ted, and I know every living soul on Myrtle Boulevard."
I walked a few paces in silence.
"I must see your father—I can show him some letters—"
"Ted, you won't do anything so insanely silly."
"But what can I do?"