He laughed aloud.
“You can't fool me now—and I'm crazy as a June bug! You know I like to walk—if I can be with you!”
At the Park entrance she stopped again and smiled roguishly.
“We'll find a seat in one of the summer houses along the Fifty-ninth Street side.”
“All right,” he responded.
“No—we'll go on where we started!”
With a laugh, she slipped her hand through his arm.
“You were a little scared of me last Saturday about this time, weren't you?”
“Just a little——”
“It hurt me, too, but I didn't let you know.”