That was her mother's window.
"I must go in now," she said hurriedly. "Mother's waiting up for
me."
"Well I guess I'll see you soon. You're up at Kitty's a lot, aren't
you?"
"Yes," she murmured, one eye on the upstairs window. So many things
she had to say now. A little while ago she hadn't been able to talk.
Now, for no apparent reason, there was much to say, yet no time to
say it. How queer Life was!
"To-morrow, I expect," she hurried on. "Good night, Mr. Henley."
"Good night--Missy." With his daring, gleaming smile.
Inside the hall door, mother, wrapper-clad, met her disapprovingly.
"Missy, where in the world did you get all those flowers?"
"Ji--Kitty's cousin gave them to me."
"For the land's sake!" It required a moment for mother to find
further words. Then she continued accusingly: "I thought you were to
come home with Mrs. Allen and Kitty."
"Kitty got sick, and her mother had to take her home."
"Why didn't you come with them?"
"Oh, mother! I was having such a good time!" For the minute Missy
had forgotten there had been a shred of anything but "good time" in
the whole glorious evening.
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