"Was there another—another besides the ogress who turned out to be the sensible girl? Tell me, Jack; it's all I want to know. I don't know why I should want to know even that; but I do. I guess a girl always does. Perhaps it's because it usually tends either to light-up things or to make her still more miserable. I don't know which; only it's at such times that a girl wants either light or more misery. One seems to do as well as the other. Tell me—was there, Jack?"
He met her eyes frankly, as he spoke.
"Why Flo—I—you see——" He looked away.
She settled back among the cushions.
"Flo, you wouldn't understand," he managed to say. "You see, it's——"
"But I know now," she exclaimed—"and somehow it makes me feel better——"
"Flo!"
She perceived the reproof in his tone and added eagerly: "Don't think I meant to mock you, dear; I didn't truly. I meant just what I said—and just that way...."
Presently he stood up before her and looked down into her face.
"Flo,"—he spoke earnestly, almost passionately—"Flo, you're a girl in a million!"