What had she heard?
What did she know?
or was this only an outburst of insanity?
She certainly looked crazy as she lay there talking to him.

He was sure of it a moment after when, as if the nature of her thoughts had changed suddenly, she said to him: 'Yes, you have been very kind to me, you and Maude--you and Maude--and I shan't forget it.

Tell her I shan't forget it .-- I shan't forget it.' She repeated this rapidly, and was growing so wild and excited that Frank thought it advisable to leave her.

As he arose to go she looked up pleadingly at him, and said: 'Kiss me, Mr.Tracy, please.' Had he been struck by lightning, Frank could hardly have been more astonished than he was at this singular request, and for a moment he stared blankly at the girl who had made it, not because he was at all averse to granting it, but because he doubted the propriety of the act, even if she were crazy.

But something in Jerrie's face, like Arthur's, mastered him, and, stooping down, he kissed the parched lips through which the breath came so hotly, wondering as he did so what Dolly would say if she could see him, a white-haired man of forty-five, kissing a young girl of nineteen, and that girl Jerrie Crawford.
'Thanks,' Jerrie said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.