... Oh! You didn't tell
me that you went to moving pictures, did you?"
"No!" he lied, fervently, then, feeling guilty, "I used to, but
no more."
"It _shall_ go to the nice moving pictures if it wants to! It
shall take me, too. We'll forget there are any syndicalists or
broken-colorists for a while, won't we? We'll let the robins
cover us with leaves."
"You mean like the babes in the woods? But, say, I'm afraid you
ain't just a babe in the woods! You're the first person with
brains I ever met, 'cept, maybe, Dr. Mittyford; and the Doc never
would play games, I don't believe. The very first one, really."
"Thank you!" Her warm pressure on his hand tightened. His heart
was making the maddest gladdest leaps, and timidly, with a
feeling of historic daring, he ventured to explore with his
thumb-tip the fine lines of the side of her hand.... It
actually was he, sitting here with a princess, and he actually
did feel the softness of her hand, he pantingly assured himself.
Suddenly she gave his hand a parting pressure and sprang up.
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