It isn't so, anyway--and you'll simply lean on me----" "Oh, my knees are perfectly steady.

It's only that they don't seem to belong to me.

I'm--I'm excited--I've laughed too much--more than I have ever laughed in all the years of my life put together.

You don't know what I mean, do you, Duane?
But it's true; I've talked to-night more than I ever have in any one week....

And it's gone to my head--all this--all these people who laugh with me over nothing--follow me, tell me I am pretty, ask me for dances, favours, beg me for a word with them--as though I would need asking or urging!--as though my impulse is not to open my heart to every one of them--open my arms to them--thank them on my knees for being here--for being nice to me--all these boys who make little circles around me--so funny, so quaint in their formality----" She pressed his arm tighter.
"_Let_ me rattle on--let me babble, Duane.