she asked with a laugh at my third appearance.
"I hardly know," I said slowly, "but I think I wanted to see your bare arms again."
She hastily drew down her sleeves and reddened; then to cover her confusion she made a show of putting me out forcibly. How I managed to refrain from kissing her tempting lips I don't know. I nearly fell ... but it suddenly came to me that a kiss might mean so very much to her and so little to me and ... I resisted the temptation.
"I do," she said bitterly. "You criticise yourself and me and everybody. I am always in terror that I make a slip in grammar before you."
"Margaret!" I cried withreal sorrow, "I hate to think that I have given you that impression."
I was silent for a long time.
"Kid," I said, "you are quite right. I do criticise everything and everybody, but a better word is analyse; I analyse myself and then I try to analyse you."
