"You came here because you
knew your uniform was becoming!"
Lathrop regarded himself complacently.
"Yes, isn't it?" he assented. "I brought on this war in order to wear
it. If you don't mind," he added, "I think I'll accept your invitation
and come inside. I've had nothing to eat in four days."
Miss Farrar's eyes flashed indignantly.
"You're _not_ coming inside," she declared; "but if you'll only promise
to go away at once, I'll bring you everything in the house."
"In that house," exclaimed Lathrop, dramatically, "there's only one
thing that I desire, and I want that so badly that 'life holds no charm
without you.'"
Miss Farrar regarded him steadily.
"Do you intend to drive me away from my own door, or will you go?"
Lathrop picked his wheel out of the dust.
"Good-by," he said. "I'll come back when you have made up your mind."
In vexation Miss Farrar stamped her foot upon the path.
"I _have_ made up my mind!" she protested.
"Then," returned Lathrop, "I'll come back when you have changed it."
He made a movement as though to ride away, but much to Miss Farrar's
dismay, hastily dismounted.
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