"Nora, don't allow your old friend and playmate to dislocate his spine in his efforts to show his sorrow." "You may stop bowing," said Nora grudgingly.

"I suppose I'll have to forgive you." Hippy promptly straightened up and perched himself on the railing beside Nora.
"I didn't say you might sit here," teased Nora.
"I know it," replied Hippy coolly.

"Still, you would be deeply, bitterly disappointed if I didn't." "Perhaps I should," admitted Nora.

"I suppose you might as well stay," she added with affected carelessness.
"Thank you," retorted Hippy.

"But I had made up my mind not to move." "Had you ?" said Nora indifferently, turning her back on Hippy and addressing Tom Gray.