Billy gritted his teeth.
"Sure," he answered again.
Miss Bridger sighed contentedly.

"I know it's horribly mean and selfish of me, but you're so good--and I'll make it up to you some time.

Really I will! At some other dance you needn't dance with me once, or look at me, even--That will even things up, won't it ?" "Sure," said Billy for the third time.
They paced slowly, coming into view of the picnic crowd, hearing the incoherent murmur of many voices.

Miss Bridger looked at him uncertainly, laughed a little and spoke impulsively.

"You needn't do it, Mr.Boyle, unless you like.