Something in his tone made her draw back and consider. Presently she said:
“Wonder just what you thought I could have meant by—serious!”
O’Leary balanced his knife on his finger thoughtfully, and finally decided to answer.
“I was kind of worried.”
“How so?”
“Well, I didn’t know,” he said slowly, “but what you might have been getting in—in too deep.”
“Into trouble?”
“Yes; into trouble—you see a queer side of life. It isn’t every girl can steer a clear course.”
“Yes; I’ve taken chances,” she said and stopped. She looked at him with anxious scrutiny. “King, suppose it were so?”
“What do you mean?” he said, frowning.