“It’s such great sport teasing her.”
“Why don’t you tease me?”
Joe considered the question. “I don’t know,” he answered frankly. “I suppose it is because you are different.”
Curiosity seized her. “How am I different?”
Great embarrassment held his tongue.
She was insistent. “Won’t you answer my question?” she begged.
“It’s a hard one. Perhaps I can’t answer it.”
“Oh, yes, you can. Try.”
He made the attempt. “Perhaps it is because I have known girls like Miss Knight all of my life. I played with them when I was a kid, went to school with them, and, since I have been older, called on them and took them to dances.”
“Did you ever take them out on your motorcycle?” demanded Virginia almost sharply.