Why don't you come ski-ing with Marylyn and I to-morrow ?" "I don't like girls in the daytime," he said shortly, and then, thinking this a bit abrupt, he added: "But I like you." He cleared his throat.

"I like you first and second and third." Myra's eyes became dreamy.

What a story this would make to tell Marylyn! Here on the couch with this _wonderful_-looking boy--the little fire--the sense that they were alone in the great building-- Myra capitulated.

The atmosphere was too appropriate.
"I like you the first twenty-five," she confessed, her voice trembling, "and Froggy Parker twenty-sixth." Froggy had fallen twenty-five places in one hour.

As yet he had not even noticed it.
But Amory, being on the spot, leaned over quickly and kissed Myra's cheek.