CONFESSIONAL
"Very well," meekly. "But will you tell me one thing, please?"
"What is it?"
"Where on earth did you get hold of that kit of tools?"
She laughed softly. "My big brother caught a burglar once, and kept the kit for a remembrance. I borrowed them."
"Give me your big brother's address and I'll send 'em back with my thanks—No, by George! I won't, either. I've as much right to keep 'em as he has on that principle."
And again she laughed, very gently and happily. Dear God, that such happiness could come to one!
"Sylvia?"
"Yes, dear?"
"Do you love me?"
"I think you may believe it, when I sit here at four o'clock in the morning, listening to a silly boy talk nonsense over a telephone wire."
"But I want to hear you say so!"
"But Central"
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