“Millie,” said Jack, about Saturday noon, “mother and sister Annie have heard so much about you from Ed and I that they are very very anxious to know you. Will you dine with us to-morrow? I will come over to your house and fetch you.”
Millie blushed a little as she looked at the handsome, stalwart young messenger, and hesitated what reply to make.
“Well, Millie, is it yes?”
“Yes, but on one condition,” she answered, earnestly.
“All right; what’s the condition?”
“You must answer me one question—truthfully.”
“I agree to that. But do you think I would not answer truthfully any question you might ask?” he asked, reproachfully.
“No, Jack,” she said, seizing one of his hands; “it isn’t that, but——”
“Well?”
“You may not want to answer this question in the way I wish.”