“Of course! Love was sufficient, and is sufficient always for every woman when it is love;—but you have to be quite sure about it!”
“Ah, yes!” I said, “very sure!”
The Ghost of the Old-Fashioned Girl peered at me with a saucy air.
“Do you know how to make sure?” she asked.
“No!”
Her lips parted in a gay little chuckle of laughter.
“Then you must find out!”
Provoking Old-Fashioned Girl! I sprang up and made a step towards her, but her fair face seemed to be growing indistinct, as if about to disappear.
“Oh, don’t go!” I cried, “don’t go away, dear Old-Fashioned Girl! Do stay a little!”
The pretty eyes sparkled out again, and the winsome features shone forth once more from the interior of the Sedan-Chair.