“The note you sent the night of the hockey dance?”
“Yes,” said Jack bitterly, “I remember.”
“And you remember, too, how horrid I was to you the next time I saw you? How horrid? Oh, Jack, it broke my heart.” Her voice faltered a moment and her shining eyes grew dim. “I was so horrid to you.”
“Oh, no,” said Jack coolly, “you were kind. You were very kind and sisterly, as I remember.”
“Jack,” she said and her breath began to come hurriedly, “I got that note yesterday. Only yesterday, Jack.”
“Yesterday?”
“Yes, only yesterday. And I read it, Jack,” she added with a happy laugh. “And in that note, Jack, you said—do you remember—”
But Jack stood gazing stupidly at her. She pulled the note from her bosom.
“Oh, Jack, you said—”
Still Jack gazed at her.