“You’re coming back again, are you?” she asked quietly, but not without a deeper dye in her cheeks.
“Yes, I’m coming back. Will you be glad to see me?”
“Why should I be glad? I hardly know you these days.”
“You’ll know me better before we’re through with each other.”
She would acknowledge no interest in him, the less because she knew it was there. “I may do that without liking you better.”
And suddenly his swift, winning smile flashed upon her. “But you’ve got to like me. I want you to.”
“Do you get everything you want?” she smiled back.
“If I want it enough, I usually do.”
“Then since you get so much, you’ll be better able to do without my liking.”
“I’m going to have it too.”