“Oh, that’s all right,” and Andy was conscious that he was blushing. “It isn’t hurt a bit. I’ll have to be going now.”
“Oh, you must let me have your name and address,” the girl went on.
“Oh, all right,” and Andy pulled out a card. “I’m at Milton Prep.,” he added, thinking in a flash that he would not be there much longer. But then he did not want her to send him a new coat.
“I’m afraid I’ll have to ask you to leave now,” said the doctor kindly. “She has had quite a shock, and I want her to be quiet.”
“Sure,” assented Andy, rather glad, on the whole, that he could make his escape. One of his hands was blistered and he wanted to get back to his room and put on some cooling lotion. He would not admit this before Miss Fuller, for he did not want to cause her any more pain.
The girl sank back on a couch as Andy went out of the dressing room. But she smiled brightly at him, and murmured:
“I’ll see you again, some time.”
“Sure,” assented the lad. He wondered whether she would.
Then he rejoined his chums and they left the theatre. There was a little crowd in front, attracted by the rumor that an actress had been burned. As Andy and his friends made their way through the throng to a car he heard someone call:
“Dat’s de guy what saved her!”