"Sitting in a window, breaking a young gentleman's heart."
Cherrie giggled again.
"I'm sure I wasn't doing any such thing. That was only Charley Marsh."
"Only Charley Marsh. Had you and he a pleasant walk home this morning?"
"Now, I never. How did you know he saw me home?"
"A little bird told me. I only wish it had been my good fortune."
"Oh, what a story!" cried Cherrie, her wicked black eyes dancing in her head; "I wonder you ain't ashamed! Didn't I hear you wanting to ride home with Miss Natty. I was peeking out through the dining-room door, and I heard you as plain as could be."
"Well, I wanted to be polite, you know. Not having the honor of your acquaintance, Cherrie, I knew there was no hope of escorting you; so I made the offer to Miss Marsh in sheer despair. Now, Cherrie, I don't want you to get too fond of that brother of hers."
Cherrie tittered once more.
"Now, how can you! I'm sure I don't care nothing about him; but I can't help his talking to me, and seeing me home, can I?"