He hoped
that Miriam Kirkstone's refusal to confide in him and her reluctance to
furnish him with the smallest facts in the matter would turn Mary
Josephine's sympathy into a feeling of indifference if not of actual
resentment. He was disappointed. Mary Josephine insisted on having Miss
Kirkstone over for dinner the next day, and from that hour something
grew between the two girls which Keith knew he was powerless to
overcome. Thereafter he bowed his head to fate. He must wait for Shan
Tung.
"If it wasn't for your promise not to fall in love, I'd be afraid,"
Mary Josephine confided to him that night, perched on the arm of his
big chair. "At times I was afraid today, Derry. She's lovely. And you
like pretty hair--and hers--is wonderful!"
"I don't remember," said Keith quietly, "that I promised you I wouldn't
fall in love. I'm desperately in love, and with you, Mary Josephine.
And as for Miss Kirkstone's lovely hair--I wouldn't trade one of yours
for all she has on her head."
At that, with a riotous little laugh of joy, Mary Josephine swiftly
unbound her hair and let it smother about his face and shoulders.
"Sometimes I have a terribly funny thought, Derry," she whispered.
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