"Bully for my chum! I'll tell the Governor we've gone for a stroll."
As the shadows slowly fell over the city, Norman led Elena down the marble steps of his father's palatial home and paused for a moment on the edge of the hill on which were perched the seats of the mighty. Elena fumbled with a new glove.
"Are you ready to descend with me to the depths, my princess in disguise?" he gaily asked.
"Did you ever know me to flunk when I gave my word?"
"No, you're a brick, Elena."
Norman seized her arm and strode down the steep hillside with sure, firm step, the girl accompanying his every movement with responsive joy.
"You're awfully wicked to get me into a scrape of this kind, Norman," she cried, with bantering laughter. "You know I was dying to go slumming, and Guardie wouldn't let me. It's awfully mean of you to take advantage of me like this."
He stopped suddenly and looked gravely into her flushed face.
"Let's go back, then."
"No! I won't."