He picked up the flat little purse and handed it back to her.

"Shall I go after him?
Did you know him ?" The girl was holding on to the parapet with a little choky laugh.

"Oh, yes, I know that kind.

No, I don't want him!" "He ought to have a good thrashing," Peter was convinced.

The girl looked up at him with a sudden curiosity.
"You're from the country, ain't you?
I thought so the other night.