She walked slowly to the shelf on which the Century
Dictionary rested and looked laughingly at the seat in
which she sat Saturday afternoon a week ago at exactly
this hour.

Jim smiled, leaned close and whispered:

"I got you, Kiddo--I got you! Get out of here
quick or I'll grab you and kiss you!"

She started and blushed.

"Don't you dare!"

"Beat it then--beat it--or I can't help it!"

She turned quickly and they passed through the
catalogue room and lightly down the stairs.

He held her soft, round arm with a grip that sent
the blood tingling to the roots of her brown hair.

"You understand now?" she whispered.

"You bet! We walk the same way up the Avenue,
through the Park to the little house on the laurel
hill. And you're goin' to be sweet to me today, my
Kiddo--I just feel it. I----"

"Don't be too sure, sir!" she interrupted,