"Well, you needn't be stuffy about it——"
Statues were distractingly slow!
Then she looked at him with a faintly mocking smile.
"Aren't you going to say you're sorry?" she challenged him (but she had for a moment a faint return of the unhabitual colour for all that).
He seemed to suspect that he was being mocked; nevertheless it was with a rather tremulous boldness that he answered "No."
"Oh!"
"You see," he explained, "you did let me hold your hand."
She caught her breath. Good gracious! Why, he would be saying presently that she had asked him to kiss her! "You see, you did let me hold your hand!" What next?
"You know you did," he argued simply.
Even so it is written, "Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings——"