We
were to see each other at the end of five--"
"Well, maybe you will, kid. Don't get peevish. I guess Mrs. Braddock
knows her business. Has it ever occurred to you that there might be
another Romeo lookin' at Christie? Five years is quite a spell. Girls
are fickle brutes."
"For God's sake, Dick, if you _do_ know of anything like that, tell
me."
"Cross my heart, Davy, I _don't_ know, and that's straight."
"We _must_ catch the first train in the morning."
"Don't hop around like that, Davy; you'll upset something. You can't
hurry a train, kid. We'll catch it, all right. Sit down. Get a pipe
and take a smoke. Keep cool. That's our game, kid. If you go bumpin'
into old man Portman's house without bein' sure you're wanted, you
might get--well, I won't say what!"
"You're right, Dick. She may have forgotten me. She may have asked her
mother not to write to me. I've waited and hoped and counted on having
her--I've checked off the weeks and months and years. I wonder if you
can understand how it is when you care as much as I do, and always
have? No one knows. It's all in a fellow's own heart.
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