“Are you going to beware of me?”
“No.”
He kissed her threateningly: “What do you suppose my aunt would think if she knew you had once been my guest over night?”
“I told her.”
“What!” he exclaimed.
“But, Barry, I couldn’t allow her to be so friendly unless she understood what sort of girl I am.”
“You didn’t tell her about the Park, also?”
“I did.”
“How did she take it?”
“She said such severe things about you—I was quite annoyed!... Dreadful things, darling——”