"It's my last night," Madge had said; "shall we go out in the garden and watch the moon rise?"
"Sorry," George had told her, "but I've promised Flora to take a fourth hand at bridge."
"And after that?" asked Madge softly.
"What do you mean?"
"Who is the new—little girl?"
It was useless to pretend. "She's a beauty, rather, isn't she?"
"Oh, Georgie-Porgie, I wish you wouldn't."
"Wouldn't what?"
"Kiss the girls—and make them—cry——"