And in the general laugh that followed, she added, under her breath, "Oh, the irony of life!"
Paul watched her in a fever of boyish jealousy as she passed through the family circle, bestowing her kisses left and right with impartial favor. She made the rounds slowly, conscientiously, and then, with an air of supreme indifference, moved to the Boy's side.
He leaned over her.
"Where are my kisses?" he asked softly.
She clasped her hands behind her back, child-fashion, and looked up at him, a coquettish daring in her eyes.
"Where did you put them last?" she demanded.
"You ought to know!"
"True—I ought. But, as a matter of fact, I haven't the slightest idea. It depends altogether upon what girl you saw last."
"If you think that of me——"
"What else can I think? Our first meeting did not leave much room for conjecture. And, of course——"