"Did you see?" he whispered in delight, "she smiled at me."
"Yes," answered Robert, "I noticed that she did."
"It looks as if she was sweet on me, don't you think so?"
"Perhaps so, I don't know much about young ladies. I can't read their thoughts."
"How would it do for me to write her a note?"
"What could you write? You don't know her?"
"But she has taken notice of me. I might ask her for an interview."
"I don't feel competent to give you advice, Mr. Palmer; I am only a boy."
"That is true. I—I think I will venture."