"I know it was!" with gay insouciance. "But this isn't the way to punish me, is it?" Her voice sank softly; she was radiant in the joy of the reaction. "You wouldn't be spoiling it all, Teddie?" she coaxed.
Unwillingly, his mouth relaxed into a smile; he caught it back with a quick, bad-tempered indrawing of his lips.
"You'd better know—first—I followed you! Now bite my head off!"
Her eyes opened wide.
"All—the—way?" she said slowly.
He nodded.
"Why, Ted, how awfully sweet of you!" in a soft and very unexpected rush. "Fancy taking all that trouble! Bite your head off? Why, I think it was just lovely of you!"
His glum face cleared.
"And my head's gone! gone! gone!" she laughed.
He glanced at it inquiringly.