“Yes,” and remembering that he had kissed me when I lay in a half faint, I stooped down and kissed him on the cheek blushing as I did so, but George’s blushes were carnation compared with mine, and I set him down on his feet.
“What a stupid,” he said.
“I quite agree with you.”
“And you don’t understand yet?”
“Understand what?”
“That—that I am a girl.”
“A girl!”
“Yes.”
“And always have been?” I blundered out in my blunt way.
The only answer was a merry, ringing laugh. “Yes and always have been.”