"
It stirred her profoundly that he didn't laugh, scoff at her; she
had feared he might. She answered, very gravely:
"It's because I like you. You don't think it's a pleasure to me to
find fault with you, do you Arthur?"
"Then why find fault?" he asked good-naturedly.
"But if the faults are THERE?" she persevered.
"Let's forget about 'em, then," he answered with cheerful logic. "
Everybody can't be good like YOU, you know."
Missy felt nonplussed, though subtly pleased, in a way. Arthur DID
admire her, thought her "good"--perhaps, in time she could be a good
influence to him. But at a loss just how to answer his personal
allusion, she glanced backward over her shoulder. In the moonlight
she saw a tall man back there in the distance.
There was a little pause.
"I don't s'pose you'll be going to the Library again to-morrow
night?" suggested Arthur presently.
"Why, I don't know--why?" But she knew "why," and her knowledge gave
her a tingle.
"Oh, I was just thinking that if you had to look up some references
or something, maybe I might drop around again.
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