"Not by your
side?" Lucy laughed. "We are in the same class," she said
"And, of course, the families still live in the same house?" She
nodded affirmatively, adding that they lived at One Hundred and
Second Street near Madison Avenue, about a block and a half
from the Park
"Come up some time, won't you?" she gurgled, with childish
amiability, yet with apparent awkwardness
I wondered whether she was aware of her father's jealousy. "If she
were she certainly would not invite me to the house," I reflected
I made no answer to her invitation
"Won't you come up?" she insisted.
I thought: "She doesn't seem to know anything about it. She has
only heard that I had a quarrel with her mother." I shook my head,
smiling affectionately
"Why, are you still angry at mother?" she pursued, shaking her
head, deprecatingly, as who should say, "You're a bad boy."
I thought, "Of course she doesn't know." I smiled again. Then I
said: "You're a sweet girl, all the same. And a big one, too."
"Thank you. Do come. Will you?" I shook my head
"Will you never come?" she asked, playfully.
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