Her inflection was perfectly demure and even casual, but nothing could
keep the sudden "richening" that Jimmy Wallace had tried to describe out
of her voice, and the light of mischief danced openly in her eyes when
she said:
"Why, to-night's all right for me." She added, "If that's not too soon
for you."
He flushed and dropped his hands from the edge of the table where they'd
been resting, but he answered evenly enough:
"No, it's not too soon for me."
And then force of habit betrayed Rose into a stupid blunder that almost
precipitated a small quarrel.
"Tell me what you'd like to see," she said, "and I'll telephone for the
seats."
Then, at his horrified stare, she gasped out an explanation. "Roddy, I
didn't mean _buy_ the seats! I don't have to buy seats at any theater.
And at this time of year they're so glad to have somebody to give them
to that it seems sort of--wicked to pay real money."
"It's my mistake," he said. "Naturally, going to the theater wouldn't be
much of a--treat to you.
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