Jim smiled, leaned close and whispered:
“I got you, Kiddo—I got you! Get out of here quick or I'll grab you and kiss you!”
She started and blushed.
“Don't you dare!”
“Beat it then—beat it—or I can't help it!”
She turned quickly and they passed through the catalogue room and lightly down the stairs.
He held her soft, round arm with a grip that sent the blood tingling to the roots of her brown hair.
“You understand now?” she whispered.
“You bet! We walk the same way up the Avenue, through the Park to the little house on the laurel hill. And you're goin' to be sweet to me today, my Kiddo—I just feel it. I——”
“Don't be too sure, sir!” she interrupted, solemnly.