“But if it was for your GOOD,” Douglas persisted.
“It could never be for my good to leave you.”
“But just for a little while,” he pleaded. How was she ever to understand? How could he take from her the sense of security that he had purposely taught her to feel in his house?
“Not even for a moment,” Polly answered, with a decided shake of her head.
“But you must get ahead in your studies,” he argued.
She looked at him anxiously. She was beginning to be alarmed at his persistence.
“Maybe I've been playing too many periscous games.”
“Not periscous, Polly, promiscuous.”
“Pro-mis-cuous,” she repeated, haltingly. “What does that mean?”
“Indiscriminate.” He rubbed his forehead as he saw the puzzled look on her face. “Mixed up,” he explained, more simply.