going to Boston on the early train to-day, but she's going to call your mother up about it when she gets back. That is, if you—if you want to come.'
Want to come? Why, it was his school's biggest dance! Want to come? Nevin knew lots of out-of-town girls, Nevin went to house-parties. But he was asking her! And his mother was asking her too! It had all been talked over and planned between them! Her first dance at a boys' boarding-school! With Nevin Baldwin! Chaperoned by Mrs. Baldwin! How pleased her mother would be!
'Why, Nevin!' Sheilah gasped, and her voice was as gentle as her eyes were starry.
He stared at her. That was the way she was, when she was loveliest. Her voice was like—her eyes were like Well, he didn't know what they were like, but she was simply beautiful!
'Why, Nevin,' she exclaimed again, 'do you really want me!'
He glanced away, as you have to from very bright shining things sometimes. 'Naturally,' he said in a low voice.
Sheilah kept right on shining at him without saying a word.
'Do you want to come?' And he tried looking at her again.
Her eyes had grown soft. She gave a little broken laugh. 'Naturally,' she mocked gently.
