As for Cecilia, she shut her eyes and tried to be indignant. It was an insult, an insult when he felt as Marjory said he did, an insult! But oh, how sweet, how sweet!
The music stopped. "Thank you," said K. Stuyvesant huskily. Then he left Cecilia with many maidens and singled out John. "If you don't mind, I'm going home now," he said. "I'm tired. Thank you for bringing me along."
He looked back toward Cecilia. He saw the top of her golden head, surrounded by others of more elaborate coiffure. They made a worshipping circle around her.
"Gosh!" said K. Stuyvesant. He recalled the little second when he'd drawn her nearer. "I'm not sorry!" he thought, then turned to hurry away from the lights and the music, for he wanted to be alone.
CHAPTER XV
FIRELIGHT
"It's a serious," said a boy with a voice like a nutmeg grater.
"Yuh boob!" exploded his companion. "He means a serial," he explained to Father McGowan.
"And," said Father McGowan, "you have come to me because you are temporarily embarrassed for funds?"
"Yep," said the nutmeg grater. "We're broke."