And looking with a different slant across the gulf there was a sort of affectionate roguery in his eyes as he asked: "Do you want to know what I honestly think about you ?" She nodded.
"I think you're in for it!" "In for what ?" "I don't think you've the ghost of a chance to escape!" he gloated.
"Escape--what ?" "Seeing.

And when you do--!" He laughed--that laugh one thinks of as the exclusive possession of an affectionate understanding.

And when it died to a smile, something tenderly teasing flickered in that smile.
She flushed under it.

"You were telling me--we keep stopping." "Yes, don't we?
I wonder if we always would." "We keep stopping to quarrel." "Yes--to quarrel.

I wonder if we always would." "I haven't a doubt of it in the world," said Katie feelingly, and they laughed together as friends laugh together.
"Well, where did I leave myself?
Oh yes--waiting.