"I saw you, too," I confessed, with a shamefaced smile.
He came a step nearer, and hesitated.
"Say," he said, "I don't live in this house when I'm home."
"No?" I answered, inquiringly.
"No," he replied, seriously.
We were both silent. There did not seem to be anything more to talk
about. Still it was rather nice out in the hall.
Somebody rattled the knob. Evidently our turn was over.
"Who's going to take you out to supper?" he asked, with sudden interest.
"I don't know," I answered.
"Well, let me take you, won't you? You'd better. There's a boy here who
plays tricks on little girls!"