case? It was beyond me at that speaking and the Molly that is ready for
life quick, didn't want to. I shut my eyes, counted three to myself as I
do when I go over into the cold tub, and told him all about it. We both
got a satisfactory reaction and I never enjoyed myself so much as that
before.

I understand now why Judge Wade has had so many women martyr themselves
over him and live unhappily ever afterward, as everybody says Henrietta
Mason is doing. He's a very inspiring man and he fairly bristles with
fascinations. Some men are what you call taking and they take you if
they want you, while others are drawing and after you are drawn to them
they will consider the question of taking you. The judge is like that.

In the meantime it tingles me up to a very great degree to have a man
use his eyes on me as it is the privilege of only womankind to do, and I
feel that it will be good for his judgeship for me to let him "draw" me
at least a little way. I may get hurt, but I shall at least have an
interesting time of it. I started right then and got results, for he
stopped under the old lilac bush that leans over my side gate and kissed
my hand. Old Lilac shook a laugh of perfume all over us and I believe
signaled the event at the top of his bough to the white clump on the
other side of the garden. I'm glad Aunt Adeline isn't in the flower
fraternity or sorority. Suppose she had seen or heard!

And it didn't take many minutes for me to slip into old
summer-before-last--also for the last time inside of those buttons--and
run through the garden, my heart singing, "Billy, Billy," in a perfect
rapture of tune. I ran past the office door and found him in his cot
almost asleep and we had a bear reunion in the rocker by the window that
made us both breathless.