to marry? He certainly had come close enough to kissing her tonight! After all the trouble he’d taken, she might have let him—but she wasn’t that kind of girl! Of course, she had heard that post-midnight taxis carry perquisites. Tommy had said that so many of them were orange because they couldn’t blush red any longer for their occupants. “Ask Arnold,” he had said. Would Tommy have behaved differently?
Still, come to think of it, it was a nice experience, this evening. It was nice to be out with Arnold. He danced well; he looked well; he was easily the most gentlemanly-looking man at the Battle Royale that night; he was generous; he was clever; people liked him; he liked her: he was a sweet boy-
And there Dorothy almost fell asleep with her evening dress only half unsnapped.
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