gasp with a kiss. When he released her, he smiled into her horrified face. Her fright disappeared as she recognized him. She blushed and buried her face in his shoulder.
"Do you like me that much, Peggy?" he whispered to her, still holding her in his arms.
He did not want to leave her. He just wanted to stay there and talk to Peggy and bask in her loveliness. He slipped up upon the turnstile bar fencing off the cloakroom entrance from the main part of the lobby. He swung back and forth there for an instant.
Then suddenly came a sharp voice like the crack of doom. So suddenly and unexpectedly that Harold, startled, lost his balance, fell backward and just caught himself in time to avoid landing on his head on the floor. He escaped a bad tumble, but the shock and fall had jerked the loosely fastened suspender buttons from the back of his trousers!
To add to his worries, he now looked up to find Grace Beach, red of face and ireful, standing on the other side of the counter and almost shrieking, "So this is what you left me to do!"
"As for you, young lady, I'll report you at once," she snapped at Peggy.
"You'll do nothing of the kind. We're—
