"
"I think there's plenty for me to cry about," she said, looking up through
her long wet lashes. "It is so terrible for me to be the one that is to
blame. Papa swears he'll never forgive Bob, and your aunt--"
"Lord love you!" he exclaimed; "don't worry over me or my aunt. I don't. I
don't mind anything, with Holloway staked in the ditch. I can get along
well enough now."
He smiled--actually smiled--as he spoke.
"Oh, you mustn't speak so," she said, blushing; "indeed, you must not."
And smiled, too, in spite of herself.
"Who's going to stop me?" he said. "You know that you can't; I'm miles the
biggest."
She looked at him and tried to frown, but only blushed again instead. He
put out his hand and took hers into its clasp.
"I'm everlasting glad to shake college," he declared gayly; "it never was
my favorite alley. I've made up my mind to go to work just as soon as I
get these pastry strips off my head."
"Where?"
"I don't know. Anywhere. I don't care."
"But you'll come to my house when Bob comes next week, won't you?" she
asked suddenly. "I can see now why you wouldn't before, but--but it's
different now. Isn't it?"
"Is it?" he said, asking the question chiefly of her pretty eyes. "Is it
honestly different now?"
"I think it is," she answered.
A door banged below.
"That's Burr!" he exclaimed, remembering suddenly the proximity of their
chairs, and making haste to place himself farther away.
Burnett's step was heard on the stair.
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