"Then promise to go with me on a lark to-night," he suddenly cried.
"A lark?"
Elena's gray-blue eyes danced beneath their black lashes.
"Yes, a real lark, daring, adventurous, dangerous, audacious."
"What is it—what is it? Tell me quick."
The girl seized Norman's arm with eager, childish glee.
"Let's go to that Socialist meeting and beard the lion in his den."
Elena drew back.
"No. Guardie will be furious!"
"Ah, who's afraid? Guardie be hanged!"