“Now, Flo, Eastern girls are no longer old-fashioned enough for that,” declared Glenn.
“Too bad! Reckon I can't see how love could ever be old-fashioned. Good night, Glenn. Good night, Carley.”
Flo stood an instant at the foot of the dark stairway where the light from the lamp fell upon her face. It seemed sweet and earnest to Carley. It expressed unconscious longing, but no envy. Then she ran up the stairs to disappear.
“Glenn, is that girl in love with you?” asked Carley, bluntly.
To her amaze, Glenn laughed. When had she heard him laugh? It thrilled her, yet nettled her a little.
“If that isn't like you!” he ejaculated. “Your very first words after we are left alone! It brings back the East, Carley.”
“Probably recall to memory will be good for you,” returned Carley. “But tell me.
