"You knew--surely you knew I couldn't mean that." It was a new delight to hear her say it.
"When Donald writes," reminded Kenny, "then I must go." And watching the girl's troubled face, he wondered with a thrill of triumph if at last the madness of the summer was upon her.

Well, thank Heaven, he was honest and honorable.

He would stay until the madness waned.
Always he was fated to climb down out of the clouds first.
Ah! But what if Joan slipped back into sense and sanity first?
The possibility filled him with panic.

What on earth would he do?
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