"I suppose you played what we used to call kissing games?" queried Lane. A sweet, high trill of laughter escaped Bessy's red lips. "Daren, you are funny. Those games are as dead as Caesar.... This bunch of boys and girls paired off by themselves to spoon.... As for myself, I don't mind spooning if I like the fellow--and he hasn't been drinking. But otherwise I hate it. All the same I got what was coming to me from some of the boys of the Strong Arm Club." "Why do they give it that name?" asked Lane, remembering Colonel Pepper's remarks. "Why, if a girl doesn't come across she gets the strong arm.... I had to fight like the devil that last afternoon I went there." "_Did_ you fight, Bessy?" "I'll say I did.... Roy Vancey is sore as a pup. He hasn't been near me or called me up since." "Bessy, will you promise to stay away from that place--and not to go joy-riding with any of those boys--day or night--if I meet you, and tell you all about my experience in the war? I'll do my best to keep the time you spend with me from being tedious." "It's another bargain," she returned deliberately, "if you just don't spend enough time with me to make me stuck on you--then throw me down. On the level, now, Daren?" "I'll meet you as often as you want. And I'll be your friend as long as you prove to me I can be of any help, or pleasure, or good to you." "Hot dog, but you're taking some job, Daren. Won't it be just spiffy? We'll meet here, afternoons, and evenings when mother's out. She's nutty on bridge. She makes me promise I won't leave the yard. So I'll not have to lie to meet you.... Daren, that day at Helen's, the minute I saw you I knew you were going to have something to do with my future." "Bessy, a little while ago I made sure you had no romance in you," replied Lane, with a smile. "Now as we've gotten serious, let's think hard about the future. What do you want most? Do you care for study, for books? Have you any gift for music? Do you ever think of fitting yourself for useful work?... Or is your mind full of this jazz stuff? Do you just want to go from day to day, like a butterfly from flower to flower? Just this boy and that one--not caring much which--all this frivolity you hinted of, and worse, living this precious time of your youth all for excitement? What is it you want most?" She responded with a thoughtfulness that inspired Lane's hope for her. This girl could be reached. She was like Lorna in many ways, but different in mentality. Bessy watched the gyrations of her shapely little foot. She could not keep still even in abstraction.