“A little discipline now and then has a salutary effect, Miss Holly,” he remarked, as they passed out through the gate.
“Oh, are you doing this for discipline?” asked Holly, innocently.
“I am doing it to please myself, discipline your cousin, and—well, I don’t know what the effect on you may be.”
“I believe you’re hinting for compliments, Mr. Winthrop!”
“Maybe; I’ve been feeling strangely frivolous of late. By the way, please accept my undying gratitude for that kick.”
“You ought to be grateful,” answered Holly, with a laugh. “In another moment your head would have been on Auntie’s shoulder and—I hope you don’t snore, Mr. Winthrop?”
“Heavens! Was it as bad as that? I am grateful! Fancy your Aunt’s horror!” And Winthrop laughed at the thought.
“Oh, Auntie would have just thought you’d fainted and had you carried home and put to bed,” said Holly.
“I wonder how much you know?” mused Winthrop, turning to look down into her demure face.
“About what, Mr. Winthrop?”