It might be a prank--or something like that--but it would n't be wrong.

So--so there 's an end to it." Again she laughed softly, in a way tantalizing to Robert Fairchild, as though she were making game of him.
"What do you know about women ?" she asked finally, and Fairchild told the truth: "Nothing." "Then--" the laugh grew heartier, finally, however, to die away.

The girl put forth her hand.

"But I won't say what I was going to.

It would n't sound right.