"Do you still care as you did last night?" he asked. The effect
of his words upon her was so obvious that he glanced nervously
round. It was delightful to be able to evoke a love like this;
but he did wish others weren't looking.

"I'm going to Uncle's store," she said. "I'm late."

"I'll walk part of the way with you," he volunteered, and they
started on. "That--that kiss," he stammered. "I can feel it yet."

She blushed deeply, happily. Her beauty made him tingle. "So can
I," she said.

They walked in silence several squares. "When will I see you
again?" he asked. "Tonight?"

"Yes--do come down. But--Ruth'll be there. I believe Artie
Sinclair's coming."

"Oh, that counter-jumper?"

She looked at him in surprise. "He's an awfully nice fellow,"
said she. "About the nicest in town."

"Of course," replied Sam elaborately. "I beg your pardon. They
think differently about those things in the East."

"What thing?"

"No matter."