“I did,” said the youth.
“You sure would get slippy right away.”
“I did.”
“I guess you were pretty well startled yourself, weren't you?” said the girl, pursuing the subject with cool persistence.
“Rather,” said the young man, blushing more violently, and wishing she would change the subject. “You are going out?” he enquired.
“Yes.”
“To-day?”
“Now—right away.”
“Too bad,” he said, his disappointment evident in his tone.
“When are you going out? But who are you, anyway?” asked the girl. “You have to tell me that.”