At this her sensitive face cleared and she laughed happily.
“The pride of a high-school graduate!” he commented, as he seated himself beside her in the taxicab. “Can anything equal it?”
“Yes.”
“What?”
“Her pride in your—friendship,” she ventured.
Which unexpected reply touched and surprised him.
“You dear child!” he said; “I’m proud of your friendship, too. Nothing ought to make a man prouder than winning a young girl’s confidence.”
“You are so kind,” she sighed, touching the blossoms in her bouquet with slender fingers that trembled a little. For she would have offered him a flower from it had she found courage; but it seemed presumptuous and she dropped her hand into her lap again.