Her hair had tumbled down, making her look more like a
child than ever.
"You are so b-big," she said; "and you've got so m-many feet!"
"The more of me to love ye."
"I wonder if you d-do?" She put her chin on her palms, looking at him
sidewise.
"Don't ye do that again!" he cried. "Haven't I passed ye the warning
never to look at me when you fix your mouth like that?"
She tried to call him a goose, though she knew that _g_'s were fatal.
A moment later she sat at one end of the sofa in pretended dudgeon,
while Sandy tried to make his peace from the other.
"May the lightning strike me dead if I ever do it again without the
asking! I'll be good now--honest to goodness, Nettie. I'll shut me
eyes when you take the hurdles, and be blind to temptation. Won't ye
be putting me on about the hop now, and what I must do?"
Annette counted her fraternity pins and tried to look severe. She used
them in lieu of scalps, and they encircled her neck, fastened her
belt, and on state occasions even adorned her shoe-buckles.
"Well," she at last said, "to b-begin with, you must be nice to
everyb-body. You mustn't sit out more than one d-dance with one
g-girl, and you must b-break in on every dance I'm not sitting out."
"Break in? Sit out?" repeated Sandy, realizing that the intricacies
of society are manifold.
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