Across their shoulders he could see the moving throng passing under the street lamps.

Where he stood it was not so light, and, unseen, he would be able to see Her as she passed by.

She would certainly pass by, for that way led home.
"What's her name ?" he asked of the giggling girl, nodding at the dark- eyed one.
"You ask her," was the convulsed response.
"Well, what is it ?" he demanded, turning squarely on the girl in question.
"You ain't told me yours, yet," she retorted.
"You never asked it," he smiled.

"Besides, you guessed the first rattle.
It's Bill, all right, all right." "Aw, go 'long with you." She looked him in the eyes, her own sharply passionate and inviting.

"What is it, honest ?" Again she looked.