a handicap, but that only adds zest, and you have the advantage of propinquity."
"Propinquity!" gibed Dick. "You have propinquity with a girl when you're dancing with her and walking all over her corns, don't you? But it doesn't get you anywhere!"
Bert Sands laughed as she slid into the seat of the grey roadster. "Well, you and the girl are not strangers, anyhow, and that's something."
"It remains to be seen whether we are strangers or not," stated Dick grimly; and Bert laughed again as she drove away.
