I'll not--I'll
not forget it!"
Her voice had a sound of genuineness, very pleasant; and George began
to forget his annoyance with her father. This annoyance of his had
not been alleviated by the circumstance that neither of the seats of
the old sewing-machine was designed for three people, but when his
neighbour spoke thus gratefully, he no longer minded the crowding--in
fact, it pleased him so much that he began to wish the old sewing-
machine would go even slower. And she had spoken no word of blame for
his letting that darned horse get the cutter into the ditch. George
presently addressed her hurriedly, almost tremulously, speaking close
to her ear:
"I forgot to tell you something: you're pretty nice! I thought so the
first second I saw you last night. I'll come for you tonight and take
you to the Assembly at the Amberson Hotel. You're going, aren't you?"
"Yes, but I'm going with papa and the Sharons I'll see you there."
"Looks to me as if you were awfully conventional," George grumbled;
and his disappointment was deeper than he was willing to let her see--
though she probably did see.
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