Again they were silent. There seemed nothing more to say.
“And I thought we would have some grand times together,” said Johnny, at last. “I might have known though—”
“Oh! But aren’t we?” There was a puzzled look on her face.
“Why! You—you said that was the end of it!”
“I suppose so for today. I’m really too shaky to box any more to-day. But how about to-morrow?”
With a wild shout of joy, Johnny leaped to his feet.
“Then—then—,” he stammered. “Why, you’re a brick!”
He extended his hand and helped her to her feet.
“Why? What’s so wonderful?” she smiled at him. “I ran into you and got bumped. I don’t hold that against you. Why should I? Would another boy hate you for it?”
“No. He might not, but a girl—”