"Mine were too. I di'n't care, did you?"
"No, I di'n't. Not a bit!"
"William, wasn't it fun? I wish it was just beginning again, don't you?"
"Yes, I jus' do. I say, Joan, wasn't she a jolly little kid and di'n't she dance fine?"
"Yes,"—a pause—then, "William, you don't like her better'n me, do you?"
William considered.
"No, I don't," he said at last.
A soft sigh of relief came through the darkness.
"I'm so glad! Go'-night, William."
"Go'-night," said William sleepily, drawing down his window as he spoke.