Not but that it was a natural conclusion.

I am curious to know why you changed your mind." "Oh! as soon as you fainted I knew.

Tramps don't faint!" "Not ever ?" "Well--hardly ever! And besides--look at your hands!" The doctor looked, and blushed.
"Dirty ?" he ventured.
"Not half dirty enough! And it wasn't only your hands.

I noticed--oh! lots of things!" For no perceptible reason a tiny blush fluttered across the whiteness of her face like a roseleaf chased by the wind.

The pleasure of watching it made the doctor forget to answer, and the girl went on: "I know lots more about you than that you aren't a tramp.