"Julie," he said savagely, "if you make eyes any more, I'll kiss you here and now--I swear I will." Julie laughed her little nearly silent chuckle, and looked at him.

"I believe you would, Peter," she said, "and I certainly mustn't risk that.
I'll be good.

Are those the books?
Fetch me a chair, then, and I'll look through them." He bent over her as she turned the leaves.

She wore a little toque that had some relation to a nurse's uniform, but was distinctive of Julie.

Her fringe of brown hair lay along her forehead, and the thick masses of the rest of it tempted him almost beyond endurance.