She popped two of them into her mouth, and sighed ecstatically. They discussed, with great thoroughness, the weather of the day, the weather of the day before and the probable weather of the near future. Then Mildred moved her chair a quarter of an inch nearer Chester's.
"There, now," she said, with her dimpling smile, "let's be real comfy." A glow enveloped Chester.
"I had the most heavenly supper to-night," confided Mildred.
"I hardly ate at all," said Chester.
"Oh, you poor, poor boy," said Mildred. "Do pass me another candy."
They discussed school affairs, and the approaching examinations.
"I'm so worried," confessed Mildred. "Horrid old geometry. Stupid physics. What do I care why apples fall off trees? I'm going to go on the stage. That miserable old wretch, Miss Shufelt, has been writing nasty notes to Dad, saying I don't study enough."
Her lip trembled; she looked so small, so weak. "Look here," said Chester, hoarsely, "we've known each other for a long time now, haven't we?"
"Yes, ever so long," said Mildred, taking another chocolate-covered cherry. "Months and months."
"Do you think one person ought to be frank with another person?"