He caught her eye and bowed with a smile of so much meaning that March asked, "Who's your pretty young friend ?" "Oh, that!" she answered carelessly.

"That was one of the officers at the ball," and she laughed.
"You seem to be in the joke, too," he said.

"What is it ?" "Oh, something.

I'll tell you some time.

Or perhaps you'll find out." "I'm afraid you won't let me wait." "No, I won't," and now she told him.