I'm angling for bigger fish. He's just Ben, a college boy. He
has fallen in love with me this evening. When I dance with
somebody else he gets awful jealous." She laughed.
"He's a manly-looking boy, for all his freckles."
"He is. But how would you like a little girl to fall in love with
you?" I made no answer
"Why don't you dance?" she asked
"Not in my line." "Why?"
"Oh, I never cared to learn it," I answered, impatiently
"Come. I'll show you how. It's very simple."
"Too old for that kind of thing." "Too old? How old are you?"
"That's an indiscreet question. Would you tell me your age?"
"Indeed I would. Why not?" she said, with sportive defiance. "Only
you wouldn't believe me."
"Why wouldn't I? Do you look much older?"
"Oh, you cruel thing! I'm just twenty-three years and four months
to-day.
There!" she said, with embarrassed gaiety.
"A sort of birthday, isn't it? I congratulate you."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
A pause
"So you won't tell me how old you are, will you?" she resumed
"What do you want to know it for? Are you in the life-insurance
business?"
Another pause
"Look at that girl over there," she said, trying to make
conversation.
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