The light of that speech was in her eyes when she went out to the sleigh again. K. followed her out and tucked the robes in carefully about her.
“Warm enough?”
“All right, thank you.”
“Don't go too far. Is there any chance of having you home for supper?”
“I think not. I am to go on duty at six again.”
If there was a shadow in K.'s eyes, she did not see it. He waved them off smilingly from the pavement, and went rather heavily back into the house.
“Just how many men are in love with you, Sidney?” asked Max, as Peggy started up the Street.
“No one that I know of, unless—”
“Exactly. Unless—”
“What I meant,” she said with dignity, “is that unless one counts very young men, and that isn't really love.”