"That's very nice of you. I don't have to suffer for my mistakes."
"Nobody ever ought to suffer for mistakes because nobody would ever make mistakes on purpose," he said, laughing.
"Such a delightful philosophy! Please remind me of it when I'm in agony over something I'm sorry I did."
"I'm afraid you'll have to remind me too," he said, still laughing. "Is it a bargain?"
"Certainly."
The car stopped; he sprang out and aided her to the icy sidewalk.
"I don't think I ever saw you as pretty as you are to-night," he whispered, slipping his arm under hers.
"Are you really growing more beautiful or do I merely think so?"
"I don't know," she said, happily; "I'll tell you a secret, shall I?"