"Meet him if you want to."

Lily looked at Johnny Trumbull with more than
respect -- with admiration -- but she kept guard over
her little tongue. "Well, you can leave that for
the future," said she with a grown-up air.

"I ain't going to leave it. It's settled for good
and all now," growled Johnny.

To his immense surprise, Lily curved her white
embroidered sleeve over her face and began to weep.

"What's the matter now?" asked Johnny, sulkily,
after a minute.

"I think you are a real horrid boy," sobbed Lily.

Lily looked like nothing but a very frilly, sweet,
white flower. Johnny could not see her face. There
was nothing to be seen except that delicate fluff of
white, supported on dainty white-socked, white-
slippered limbs.

"Say," said Johnny.

"You are real cruel, when I -- I saved your -- li-fe,"
wailed Lily.