"Oh, Lu! I can't tell you how Frank hurt me!"
"What? What?"
Very naturally, as with unquestioning intimacy, he put his arm about her shoulder, and his finger-tips rejoiced in her hair.
"It's terrible! Frank ought to know me, but what do you think he said? Oh, he didn't dare come right out and say it—not to me—but he hinted around and insinuated and suggested that you and I were misbehaving there in the church when we were talking. And you remember what we were talking about—about my moth-er! And how beautiful and lovely she used to be and how much you're like her! Don't you think that's rotten of him?"
"Oh, I do! I think it's just dreadful. I never did like him!"
In her sympathy she had neglected to slip out from under his arm.
"Come sit down beside me on the couch, dear."
"Oh, I mustn't." Moving with him toward the couch. "I've got to go right back up-stairs. Cousin Adeline, she's suspicious."
"We'll both go up, right away. But this thing upset me so! Wouldn't think a big clumsy like me could be such a sensitive chump, would you!"
He drew her close. She snuggled beside him, unstruggling, sighing:
"Oh, I do understand, Elmer, and I think it's dandy, I mean it's lovely when a man can be so big and strong and still have fine feelings. But, honest, I must go."
"Must go, dear."
"No."
"Yes. Won't let you, 'less you say it."
"Must go, dear!"
She had sprung up, but he held her hand, kissed her finger-tips, looked up at her with plaintive affection.
"Poor boy! Did I make it all well?"
She had snatched away her hand, she had swiftly kissed his temple and fled. He tramped the floor quite daft, now soaringly triumphant, now blackly longing.
During their hand-car return to Babylon and the Seminary, Elmer and Frank had little to say.
