Suddenly Carter held me off and shook me somewhat.
“Sit up here and tell me about it,” he said. “I’m geting more scared every minute. You are such an impulsive little Beast, and you turn the fellows’ heads so—look here, is Jane Raleigh lying, or did you run away and get married to somone?”
I am aware that I should have said, then and there, No. But it seemed a shame to spoil Things just as they were geting interesting. So I said, through my tears:
“Nobody understands me. Nobody. And I’m so lonely.”
“And of course you haven’t run away with anyone, have you?”
“Not—exactly.”
“Bless you, Bab!” he said. And I might as well say that he kissed me, because he did, although unexpectedly. Sombody just then moved a Chair on the porch next door and coughed rather loudly, so Carter drew a long breath and got up.
“There’s somthing about you lately, Bab, that I don’t understand,” he said. “You—you’re mysterious. That’s the word. In a couple of Years you’ll be the real thing.”
“Come and see me then,” I said in a demure manner. And he went away.