"Daren, what do you think?" he wailed, miserably.
"I don't think. I know. You've gone and done it—pulled that stunt of yours again," returned Lane.
"Yes—but oh, so much worse this time."
"Worse! How could it be worse, unless you mean some one punched your head."
"No. That would have been nothing.... Daren, this—this time I—it was a lady!" gasped Pepper.
"Oh, say now, Pepper—not really?" queried Lane, incredulously.
"It was. And a lady I—I admire very much."
"Who?"
"Miss Amanda Hill."
"The schoolteacher? Nice little woman like that! Pepper, why couldn't you pick on one of these Middleville gossips or society dames?"