“Is it some trouble you've got into? I shall stand by you!”
“Oh, you splendid girl! The trouble's over, but it's something you can't stand by me in, I guess. You know that girl I wrote to you about—the one I met at the college tea, and—”
“Yes! Miss Lynde!”
“Come on! We can't stay here talking. Let's go down and sit on your porch.” She mechanically obeyed him, and they started on together down the hill again; but she did not offer to take his arm, and he kept the width of the roadway from her.
“What about her?” she quietly asked.
“Last night I ended up the flirtation I've been carrying on with her ever since.”
“I want to know just what you mean, Jeff.”
“I mean that last week I got engaged to her, and last night I broke with her.” Cynthia seemed to stumble on something; he sprang over and caught. her, and now she put her hand in his arm, and stayed herself by him as they walked.
“Go on,” she said.
“That's all there is of it.”