Going to his bureau Dick secured the offending tie and handed it out to her.
"What are you going to do with it?" he asked curiously.
"I'd like to burn it in the kitchen stove, only up here there aren't any stoves where you can burn things up. I'll have to use it for patchwork."
She smoothed the glaring red and orange silk in her hand and then, with Dick carrying her books, went to her room.
As he turned to go, nodding to her from her threshold, she again spoke of his suit. "You're ready for tennis. The men dress like that when they play here in the park."
"Do they? I'll have to play then. Don't know a thing about it, do you?"
"No, I never had a chance to play games."
"Neither did I. They didn't go in for that sort of thing where I came from. But it's never too late to learn. Can't we get a net and play this summer?"
"Perhaps."
Though she only said "perhaps," her face brightened and she looked with pleased expectance at this young man who had brought so much happiness and jollity into her life. Since she had sat on the sled and let him draw her over the snow in the city square, he had given her many gay, entertaining times.