Silence. It was no use. I _had_ to ask him--

"Did I make an idiot of myself?"

"You know you didn't."

"Did you--did you think it was nice?"

"Yes."

That was all. Not another word could I get out of him, but I felt

better, for it sounded as if he really meant it, and I cared for his

opinion most of all.

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