30/32 "I don't know what got into me," she said; "I guess I was nervous." "I didn't know but something had scared you," said the boy. Rose's parents had gone to bed, and William was out. The boy still held Rose's arm. He had adored her secretly ever since he was a child, and he had never dared as much as that before. He had thought of Rose like a queen or a princess, and the thought had ennobled his boyish ignorance and commonness. |