But the fellow who drags any femme--" "Please-- ?" "'Femme' stands for girl.

The fellow who drags any femme makes up her dance card for her." "And she hasn't a word to say about it ?" "Not as a rule." "Oh!" cried Belle, dramatically.
She moved toward the door.

Dave, who could not take his eyes from her pretty face, managed, somehow, to delay her.
"Belle, there's something--" he began.
"Good gracious! Where?
What ?" she cried, looking about her keenly.
"It's something I want to say--must say," Dave went on with more of an effort than anyone but himself could guess.
"Tell me, as we're going down the street," invited Belle.
"_Wha-a-at ?_" choked Dave.

"Well, I guess not!" He faced her, resting both hands lightly on her shoulders.
"Belle, we were pretty near sweethearts in the High School, I think," he went on, huskily, but looking her straight in the eyes.

"At least, that was my hope, and I hope, most earnestly, that it's going to continue.
Belle, I am a long way from my real career, yet.