Guy met her look with a smile. “Well, I thought I did at the time, but I’ve changed my mind since.”
Fanny kicked out her feet. “Oh, the poor things!” she exclaimed. “I suppose you made ’em think you’d never forget ’em. Well, anyhow there’s one girl that’s on to you.” She clapped her hand to her mouth. “Oh, I’m glad dad didn’t hear me say that. He says if I don’t stop talking slang he’ll cut off my allowance. Well, now go on. Tell me some more about the Pudding. Why, of course, the Hasty Pudding. I once went with Aunt Helen to some theatricals they gave in New York. That was three years ago. Did you ever take part in their theatricals?”
Guy fairly beamed. “Did I? I was the Princess in ‘The Princess and the Dwarf.’”
“A girl’s part!” cried Fanny, with a woman’s horror at discovering even a remote suggestion of effeminacy in a man she likes.
“Yes; why not? It was great sport.”
“But why didn’t they let you be a man?”
“Oh, they said I’d do better for a girl,” Guy replied, flushing. “You see, with my smooth face I could make up to look like a girl easily enough.”
“It must have been kind of fun,” Fanny acknowledged. Then she asked: “Did you wear——?—did you?”
Guy nodded. “It was awful getting ’em on. They made me hold my breath till I thought I’d nearly die. Then two of the fellows fastened ’em. I didn’t draw a comfortable breath the whole evening. Gee! It was fierce.”
Fanny clapped her hands. “Oh, how I wish I could have seen you!”