PEGGY-IN-THE-RAIN
ered courage by looking away from his eager eyes. "You've discovered my secret, haven't you?"
"Yes," he answered.
Something in his tone brought her glance back swiftly, inquiringly. What she saw brought a little gasp to her breath.
"Yes," he went on meaningly. "I have discovered your secret, Peggy. And it's only fair, for I've told you mine already."
"Yours?" she asked, with a careless laugh that had a break in it. "Have you a secret, too?" She hurried away from danger. "It's been nice to see you again. I suppose you'll soon be off for the summer?" She moved toward the curb. "Good-by, Mr. Ames." She smiled and nodded merrily.
"Oh, but I am going with you," he said. "I'm not going to trust too often to the gods, you know."
She paused uncertainly. Then, "Please don't," she begged earnestly. "I'm on an assignment; I'm already late"
"Then you must tell me where I can find you. Life hasn't been very—pleasant since I saw you last, Peggy-in-the-Rain."
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