may go home."
Dick stood still, the gay pajamas fluttering about him. "I am sorry to have put you to so much trouble," he said with some dignity; "but you must realize that it was wholly inadvertent upon my part. The roof slopes somewhat and I had oiled the castors of the cot; and the wind did the rest."
"We will not discuss it," said the girl; "We will consider the incident as closed," and she turned toward the stairway. "You may use the wooden grill under the shower, to cross to your own roof, and then slide it back again. I think that will be all."
Dick was anxious to get home, considering his garb, or lack of it; but his natural stubbornness refused to accept such a peremptory dismissal without protest. "You mean," he said indignantly, "that now that you have saved my life, I may go hang!"
"Certainly," said the girl distinctly, putting up her head.
"And suppose that I have other ideas?"
"That does not matter in the least," said the girl, looking at him icily.
Dick decided to try another tack. "I think you must be Pupu-le," he said.
The girl stepped back and stared at him, her head high in the air. "You are impertinent," she said bitingly.
"But all the same, I think that you are Pupu-le," he insisted with determination.
