That's nerves."
"Yes; I'll try not to think of it. But at night--Ban, suppose I should
come over in the middle of the night when I can't sleep, and call
outside your window?"
"I'd come down, of course. But you'd have to be careful about rattlers,"
answered the practical Ban.
"Your friend, Camilla, would intercept me, anyway. I don't think she
sleeps too well, herself. Do you know what she's doing out here?"
"She came for her health."
"That isn't what I asked you, my dear. Do you know what she's doing?"
"No. She never told me."
"Shall I tell you?"
"No."
"It's interesting. Aren't you curious?"
"If she wanted me to know, she'd tell me."
"Indubitably correct, and quite praiseworthy," mocked the girl. "Never
mind; you know how to be staunch to your friends."
"In this country a man who doesn't is reckoned a yellow dog."
"He is in any decent country. So take that with you when you go."
"I'm not going," he asserted with an obstinate set to his jaw.
"Wait and see," she taunted. "So you won't let me send you books?" she
questioned after a pause.
"No."
"No, I thank you," she prompted.
"No, I thank you," he amended. "I'm an uncouth sort of person, but I
meant the 'thank you.'"
"Of course you did.
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