Now, if I knew
you, of course I couldn't. But as I shall never set eyes on you
again--I never shall, shall I?"
"Not unless you creep up on me unawares."
"Then I'll unburden my overweighted heart, and you can be my augur
and advise me with supernatural wisdom. Are you up to that?"
"Try me."
"I will. But, remember: this means truly that we are never to
meet. And if you ever do meet me and recognize my voice, you must
go away at once."
"Agreed," he said cheerfully, just a bit too cheerfully to be
flattering.
"Very well, then. I'm a runaway."
"From where?"
"Home."
"Naturally. Where's home?"
"Utica, New York," she specified.
"U.S.A.," he concluded, with a sigh. "What did you run away from?"
"Trouble."
"Does any one ever run away from anything else?" he inquired
philosophically. "What particular brand?"
"Three men," she said dolorously. "All after poor little me. They
all thought I ought to marry them, and everybody else seemed to
think so, too--"
"Go slow! Did you say Utica or Utah?"
"Everybody thought I ought to marry one or the other of 'em, I
mean.
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