"You don't know me?" Her eyes were dancing now, and two dimples were flitting about her mouth. Keith's memory began to stir. She put her head on one side.
"'Lois, if you'll kiss me I'll let you ride my horse,'" she said cajolingly.
"Lois Huntington! It can't be!" exclaimed Keith, delighted. "You are just so high." Keith measured a height just above his left watch-pocket. "And you have long hair down your back."
With a little twist she turned her head and showed him a head of beautiful brown hair done up in a Grecian knot just above the nape of a shapely little neck.
"--And you have the brightest--"
She dropped her eyes before his, which were looking right into them--though not until she had given a little flash from them, perhaps to establish their identity.
"--And you used to say I was your sw--"
"Did I?" (this was very demurely said). "How old was I then?"
"How old are you now?"
"Eighteen," with a slight straightening of the slim figure.