“Oh!” she said.
“What does he say?” he asked.
“Only that he’s got a box for Loyalties, and that I may ask whom I like——”
“Thanks so much, Shirley. I’d love to come. It will improve my mind.”
Now this was the note from George Tarlyon to his little sister, Shirley St. George:
“Shirley, how dare you go about London refusing to marry such of my friends, if any, who ask you? ‘Never, never,’ indeed! Remember, Shirley, that there’s only one bigger lie than ‘never, never,’ and that is ‘always, always.’”
“Oh!” thought Shirley. “Fat lot he knows about it!” But all the same, she never said ‘always, always’; she just thought it.
The rest of this story is quite uninteresting, for Hugo and Shirley were happy ever after: which is, unfortunately, more than most people are, what with first one thing and then another....