"
"Why, then?"
"Because we've had no foolishness. We've just been ourselves, and
haven't pretended we were in love with each other when we are not.
Condy, let's do this lots."
"Do what?"
"Go round to queer little, interesting little places. We've had a
glorious time to-day, haven't we?--and we haven't been talked out
once.
"As we were last night, for instance," he hazarded.
"I THOUGHT you felt it, the same as I did. It WAS a bit awful
wasn't it?"
"It was."
"From now on, let's make a resolution. I know you've had a good
time to-day. Haven't you had a better time than if you had gone
to the Tea?'"
"Well, RATHER. I don't know when I've had a better, jollier
afternoon."
"Well, now, we're going to try to have lots more good times, but
just as chums. We've tried the other, and it failed. Now be
sincere; didn't it fail?"
"It worked out. It DID work out."
"Now from this time on, no more foolishness. We'll just be
chums."
"Chums it is. No more foolishness."
"The moment you begin to pretend you're in love with me, it will
spoil everything. It's funny," said Travis, drawing on her
gloves. "We're doing a funny thing, Condy. With ninety-nine
people out of one hundred, this little affair would have been all
ended after our 'explanation' of last night--confessing, as we
did, that we didn't love each other. Most couples would have
'drifted apart'; but here we are, planning to be chums, and have
good times in our own original, unconventional way--and we can do
it, too.
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