Only," she added half apologetically, "I did want you to give me the--the jug, because I couldn't bear to see you look so worried." She gave his fingers an adorable little squeeze, and flung his hand away from her, and laughed in a way to set his heart pounding heavily in his chest.

"Now you know where I stand, Mr.Man," she cried lightly, "so let's say no more about it.

I bet I can beat you across this flat!" She laughed again, wrinkled her nose at him impertinently, and was off in a run.
[Illustration: "Ford, I'm no coquette," she said straightforwardly.] If she had waited, Ford would have told her.

If she had given him a chance, he would have told her afterward; but she did not.

She was extremely careful not to let their talk become intimate, after that.