anything he had said, and she began her
questions at once:

"Why should you not walk with me?"

"I'll take that back," he said, still laughing; "there is every reason
why I should walk with you."

"Oh!... But you said----"

"All I meant was not for you, but for the ordinary sort of girl. Now,
the ordinary, every-day, garden girl does not concern you----"

"Yes, she does! Why am I not like her?"

"Don't attempt to be----"

"_Am_ I different--very different?"

"Superbly different!" The flush came to his face with the impulsive
words.

She considered him in silence, then: "Should I have been offended
because you came into the Park to find me? And why did you? Do you find
me interesting?"

"So interesting," he said, "that I don't know what I shall do when you
go away."

Another pause; she was deeply absorbed with her own thoughts. He watched
her, the color still in his face, and in his eyes a growing fascination.

"I'm not out," she said, resting her chin on one gloved hand, "so we're
not likely to meet at any of those jolly things you go to. What do you
think we'd better do?--because they've all warned me against doing just
what you and I have done."

"Speaking without knowing each other?" he asked guiltily.

"Yes.... But I did it first to you. Still, when I tell them about it,
they won't let you come to visit me. I tried it once. I was in a car,
and such an attractive man looked at me as though he wanted to speak,
and so when I got out of the car he got out, and I thought he seemed
rather timid, so I asked him where Tiffany's was. I really didn't know,
either. So we had such a jolly walk together up Fifth Avenue, and when I
said good-by he was so anxious to see me again, and I told him where I
lived. But--do you know?--when I explained about it at home they acted
so strangely, and they never would tell me whether or not he ever came."

"Then you intend to tell them all about--_us_?"

"Of course. I've disobeyed them."

"And--and I am never to see you again?"

"Oh, I'm very disobedient," she said innocently. "If I wanted to see you
I'd do it."

"But _do_ you?"

"I--I am not sure. Do you want to see me?"

His answer was stammered and almost incoherent. That, and the color in
his face and the _something_ in his eyes, interested her.

"Do you really find me so attractive?" she asked, looking him directly
in the eyes. "You must answer me quickly; see how dark it is growing!
I must go. Tell me, do y