"—who stood at the bend of the stairs and said good-night so sweetly that I never quite got over it. But, I say; you have grown up."
He looked at her piquant, provocative, welcoming face and continued, with a gleam of mischief in his eyes:
"Now that I'm recovering from the shock I seem to recall an older sister protruding from a door most inopportunely."
"Aren't you afraid you'll miss your train, Mr. Graves?"
"I'm not going to the train."
"You're carrying that satchel for exercise?"
"I'm wishing it onto the parcels stand while I take a delightful young lady to luncheon."
"Surely you must be keeping her waiting."
"I'm daring to hope she'll come with me while I pry myself from this baggage. Will you, Pat?"
"Oh; you're asking me to lunch with you?"