“Well, there’s no harm in a rocket,” he said easily. “It gives people something to look at, and it’s real pretty when it bursts.”
Judy laughed helplessly.
“Perhaps if you’d do the same I might like you better. But at present you’re so swollen with success that you’re intolerable.”
“Bully for you! That was straight from the shoulder.”
“But what’s the good of it? It goes in one ear and out the other. Well, here’s something that will stick, perhaps. You met a Major Crosby at my grandmother’s this afternoon.”
“That his name? Quiet sorter fellow.”
“Yes. I’m going to marry him.”
She watched his face and saw that not a muscle of it changed.
“That so? I guessed there must be some one. Well, you won’t hear me squeal. You’ve been fair and square with me, and I guess I can take my medicine.”
“Now I’m beginning to like you better. I’ve liked some things about you all the time, even when you irritated me most. I’m sorry we can’t be friends, but I see that’s out of the question too.”