"Going with you?"
"Don't be a snob. What else can I call it but going with me? I don't know any other way to say it."
"Then don't say it."
"You've got my class pin and I've got yours. I know there isn't anybody else. You let me call and take you places, but you won't let me——"
"What?"
Willard looked sheepishly down at his boots, then bravely up at Judith. "Put my arm round you at picnics. Kiss you good-night."
Judith cut short this catalogue crisply.
"Spoon?"
This word was forbidden in the upper circles of the Green River younger set, and Willard looked pained, but collected himself.
"We are the same as engaged," he insisted sturdily.