No wonder that when Allen bent toward her and spoke in a certain tone
reserved for her alone, Betty found it hard to look at this tall, bronzed
soldier who had been her faithful cavalier for--oh, she could not remember
how long.
"I haven't seen you for ages," he murmured, and she glanced sideways at
him, dimpling.
"Not for twenty-four whole hours," she agreed soberly. "Wasn't it this
time yesterday--"
"What has yesterday to do with it?" he interrupted ardently. "I tell you
when a fellow's to be parted from the thing he wants most in the world
every twenty-four hours count--"
"Allen!" she cried, turning upon him in swift alarm, "is it settled then?
Have you learned anything definite?"
He shook his head, while his laughing eyes said things that made her turn
her own away.
"Then why," she asked, with a little pout, "do you have to scare me so?"
"Because," he answered happily, "there's nothing I like better than to
see you scared--about that," he added quickly, as she turned an indignant
glance upon him.
For a moment it seemed as if anger were there to stay, but it was
impossible to be very angry with Allen--when he looked at one like that.
At least Betty thought so.
"You'd better be careful," she said with a soft little laugh. "If you try
that too much, I may not believe you when the real time comes."
"Betty," he cried fervently, "I won't ever do it again--I promise you.
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