Will you--come in ?" "Thank you; yes.

You see, I didn't bring Spunk.

I--remembered." Cyril bowed gravely.
"You are very kind--again," he said.
Billy fidgeted in her chair.

To her mind she was not "getting on" at all.

She determined on a bold stroke.
"You see, I thought if--if I should come up here, where there wouldn't be so many around, we might get acquainted," she confided; "then I would get to like you just as well as I do the others." At the odd look that came into the man's face, the girl realized suddenly what she had said.