WHAT? It's an ornery world," he protested.
"I don't admire any human that ever lived!"

"Yes, you do," she persisted. "I've just proved
it! But that is the least of your secret; the great
thing is this: YOU ADMIRE MR. LOUDEN!"

"I never heard such nonsense," he continued to
protest, at the same time moving down the walk
toward the gate, leaning heavily on his stick.
"Nothin' of the kind. There ain't any LOGIC to
that kind of an argument, nor no REASON!"

"You see, I understand you," she called after
him. "I'm sorry you go away in the bitterness
of being found out."

"Found out!" His stick ceased for a moment
to tap the cement. "Pooh!" he ejaculated,
uneasily. There was a pause, followed by a malevolent
chuckle. "At any rate," he said, with joy
in the afterthought, "you'll never go walkin' with
him AGAIN!"

He waited for the answer, which came, after a
time, sadly. "Perhaps you are right. Perhaps
I shall not."

"Ha, I thought so! Good-night."