When Florence left the house, he impulsively accompanied her,
maintaining a nervous silence as they walked the short distance between
Uncle Joseph's front gate and her own. There, however, he spoke.
"Look here! You don't haf to go and believe everything that ole girl
told you, do you?"
"No," said Florence heartily. "I don't haf to."
"Well, look here," he urged, helpless but to repeat. "You don't haf to
believe whatever it was she went and told you, do you?"
"What was it you think she told me, Herbert?"
"All that guff--you know. Well, whatever it was you _said_ she told
you."
"I didn't," said Florence. "I didn't say she told me anything at all."
"Well, she did, didn't she?"
"Why, no," Florence replied, lightly. "She didn't say anything to _me_.
Only I'm glad to have your _opinion_ of her, how she's such a
story-teller and all--if I ever want to tell her, and everything!"
But Herbert had greater alarms than this, and the greater obscured the
lesser. "Look here," he said, "if she didn't tell you, how'd you know it
then?"
"How'd I know what?"
"That--that big story about my ever writin' I knew I had"--he gulped
again--"pretty eyes."
"Oh, about _that_!" Florence said, and swung the gate shut between them.
"Well, I guess it's too late to tell you to-night, Herbert; but maybe if
you and that nasty little Henry Rooter do every single thing I tell you
to, and do it just _exackly_ like I tell you from this time on, why
maybe--I only say 'maybe'--well, maybe I'll tell you some day when I
feel like it."
She ran up the path and up the veranda steps, but paused before opening
the front door, and called back to the waiting Herbert:
"The only person I'd ever _think_ of tellin' about it before I tell you
would be a boy I know." She coughed, and added as by an afterthought,
"He'd just love to know all about it; I know he would. So, when I tell
anybody about it I'll only tell just you and this other boy."
"What other boy?" Herbert demanded.
And her reply, thrilling through the darkness, left him demoralized with
horror.
"Wallie Torbin!"
CHAPTER NINETEEN
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