We made up our minds that for some reason or other you were hiding up at Kedsty's bungalow.

You don't mind a fellow saying all this--when he is going to pop off soon--do you ?" He was half frightened at the directness with which he had expressed the thing.

He would gladly have buried his own curiosity and all of O'Connor's suspicions for another moment of her hand on his forehead.
But it was out, and he waited.
She was looking down, her fingers twisting some sort of tasseled dress ornament in her lap, and Kent mentally measured the length of her lashes with a foot rule in mind.

They were superb, and in the thrill of his admiration he would have sworn they were an inch long.

She looked up suddenly and caught the glow in his eyes and the flush that lay under the tan of his cheeks.