"Why?" innocently.
"Oh! just because Bright lights are such a nuisance when a girl has a feller calling on her. And these logs give a perfectly respectable light, don't they?"
"Indeed they do—but perhaps we'd better leave the others on."
She sighed resignedly. "I guess we'd better. Sis is so darned proper and
Gerald is an old crab—they might say something."
"I suppose they might. By they way, didn't they think it was—er—strange: my coming to see you tonight?"
She turned red. "Suppose they did—what difference does that make? I'm not a child and if a gentleman wants to call on me I guess they haven't got any kick."
"What did they say when you told them I was coming?"
"They didn't believe me at first. Then Sis said you were too old—and you're not old at all—and Gerald said—he said—" she giggled.
"What did Gerald say?"
"He said, 'Damned impertinence!'"