The answer appeared to be satisfactory, but the curly head was in a more hopeless state of disorder than before, and at last the girl gave a little sigh and exclaimed, “There! I’m all rumpled, but its your fault. Will you oblige me by regarding my hair?”
“Better let it alone; I’ll only rumple it some more!” he cried, ominously.
“You mustn’t! I forbid you!”
“But I want to!”
“Not now, then—”
“Yes—immediately!”
“Rex—you mustn’t. O, Rex—I—I—”
“What?” he laughed, holding her by her slender wrists.
She flushed scarlet and struggled to break away.
“Only one.”