"Can't you?" grinned Horatio cheerfully.
"No, I cannot."
From his superior height of six-feet-two, he looked down at her meager five feet, amusement twinkling in his eyes.
Sylvia, however, was too intent on patting her curls into place to heed his glance.
"You wrote me to come, didn't you?" he presently inquired.
"I wrote you to come!"
"Well, at least you led me to suppose you'd like it if I were here," persisted Horatio. "Toward the bottom of page two you said: 'I am positively homesick'; and in the middle of the back of page three you wrote: 'It seems years since I've seen you.'"
"What if I did?" answered the girl with a disdainful shrug.
Nevertheless the dimples showed in her cheeks.
"And that isn't all," Horatio went on. "At the end of page five you wrote: 'Would that you were here'!"