I can always tell." "I guess you're from the country yourself," Peter hazarded.

She was prettier even than he had thought.

Her glance had left his, however, and was roving up and down the hurrying crowd as though testing it for some plunge she was about to make.
"If you wanted me to see you home----" Peter hinted; he did not know quite what was expected of him.

She answered with a little sharp noise which ended in a cough.
"I guess you're real kind," she admitted, "but I ain't goin' home just yet.

I got a date." She moved off then, and since it was in the direction he was going, there was nothing for Peter to do but move with her, on the other side of the wide pavement.