"No, I haven't seen the lady," she answered one of them, "but I'll wager I can beat her swimming fifty yards."
"Oh, she wouldn't swim!" protested the girl.
"Wouldn't she? Poor sort, then," said "Pauline," trying the Australian Crawl.
"Every night at midnight Paul called her on the 'phone"
Every night at midnight Paul called her on the 'phone, and this was the one vital hour of her day. He kept her as closely in touch with his campaigning as she had been in New York. In return he demanded news of her doings, her successes, and her friends. He announced that he was to go on a trip through the state, lasting a week, and she lamented to herself that their visits would cease, but he called her just the same from the different towns.
One afternoon she sauntered down the hall to her room, after a series of alleged pleasures, including luncheon and two teas. She was tired and she vowed to herself that this was her last day of killing time. To-morrow she would force herself to work. She opened the door and was halfway across the room before she saw him smiling at her from the hearthrug. Her hand went to her heart swiftly as he came toward her, both hands out.
"Barbara!"
"Paul! But how—when——"