"The Dorm chaperon sits there, of course, but ours is
a jolly one and you'd like her. You've probably met her--Mrs.
Hustings?--when you've called on other girls at our old shop."
"No," said Ramsey. "I never was much of a--" He paused, fearing that he
might be repeating himself, and too hastily amended his intention. "I
never liked any girl enough to go and call on her."
"Ramsey Milholland!" she cried. "Why, when we were in school half the
room used to be talking about how you and that pretty Milla--"
"No, no!" Ramsey protested, again too hurriedly. "I never called on her.
We just went walking."
A moment later his colour suddenly became fiery. "I don't mean--I
mean--" he stammered. "It was walking, of course--I mean we did go out
walking but it wasn't walking like--like this." He concluded with a fit
of coughing which seemed to rack him.
Dora threw back her head and laughed delightfully. "Don't you
apologize!" she said. "_I_ didn't when I said it seemed to me that we've
gone walking so often, when in reality it's only four or five times
altogether.
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