I want you to forget about that--this morning, and not think I am a galoot and a mucker.

Will you do it?
Will you be friends with me ?" Hilma set the plate and coffee cup by Annixter's place before answering, and Annixter repeated his question.

Then she drew a deep, quick breath, the flush in her cheeks returning.
"I think it was--it was so wrong of you," she murmured.

"Oh! you don't know how it hurt me.

I cried--oh, for an hour." "Well, that's just it," returned Annixter vaguely, moving his head uneasily.