Jessie,” she flushed, too, and flicked her boot with her riding crop — No, no! I forgot. She didn’t have a riding crop. Well, anyway she gave the effect of flicking her boot with her riding crop, and said:

“Would you like to go?”

“Would I like to go — — !” He choked over it. Then he sighed, and smiled rather wistfully. “That’s needlessly cruel of you, Miss Jessie.”

“Maybe it’s not so cruel as you think,” Jessie Heath answered. “Did you make out that list?”

“I spent practically all of yesterday on it.” Which we know was a lie because, look, wasn’t he with Myra?

They