"Well, anyway, you make me n-n-nervous."
"Am I to come to Guenn Oaks?"
"I'll tell you to-morrow," she fenced.
"To-morrow I shan't be speaking to you."
"Why not?—oh, I forgot. Still, you might write," she dimpled.
"Would you answer?"
"I'll consider it."
"How long would consideration require?"
"Was there ever such a human question-mark! Please, kind sir, I'm awfully tired and sleepy. Won't you let me off now?"
"Forgive me," said the Tyro with such profound contrition that the Wondrous Vision's heart smote her, for she had said, in her quest of means of defense, the thing which most distinctly was not true.