This was the condition of things when I entered school that fall, and perhaps for a week thereafter.  Then one day, very suddenly, and without apparent reason, he awoke to the fact of my existence.  Candy, flowers, books—­some one of these he brought to me every morning.  All during the school day he was my devoted gallant, dancing attendance every possible minute outside of session hours, and walking home with me in the afternoon, proudly carrying my books.  Did I say “home with me”?  That is not strictly true—­he always stopped just one block short of “home”—­one block short of my gate.  He evidently had not forgotten Aunt Jane, and did not intend to take any foolish risks!  So he said good-bye to me always at a safe distance.

That this savored of deception, or was in any way objectionable, did not seem to have occurred to me.  Even if it had, I doubt very much if my course would have been altered, for I was bewitched and fascinated and thrilled with the excitement of it all.  I was sixteen, remember, and this wonderful Adonis and woman-hater had chosen me, me!—­and left all the other girls desolate and sighing, looking after us with longing eyes.  Of course, I was thrilled!

This went on for perhaps a week.  Then he asked me to attend a school sleigh-ride and supper with him.

I was wild with delight.  At the same time I was wild with apprehension.  I awoke suddenly to the fact of the existence of Father and Mother, and that their permission must be gained.  And I had my doubts—­I had very grave doubts.  Yet it seemed to me at that moment that I just had to go on that sleigh-ride.  That it was the only thing in the whole wide world worth while.

I can remember now, as if it were yesterday, the way I debated in my mind as to whether I should ask Father, Mother, or both together; and if I should let it be seen how greatly I desired to go, and how much it meant to me; or if I should just mention it as in passing, and take their permission practically for granted.

I chose the latter course, and I took a time when they were both together.  At the breakfast-table I mentioned casually that the school was to have a sleigh-ride and supper the next Friday afternoon and evening, and that Paul Mayhew had asked me to go with him, I said I hoped it would be a pleasant night, but that I should wear my sweater under my coat, anyway, and I’d wear my leggings, too, if they thought it necessary.

(Sweater and leggings!  Two of Mother’s hobbies.  Artful child!)

But if I thought that a sweater and a pair of leggings could muffle their ears as to what had gone before, I soon found my mistake.

“A sleigh-ride, supper, and not come home until evening?” cried Mother.  “And with whom, did you say?”

“Paul Mayhew,” I answered.  I still tried to speak casually; at the same time I tried to indicate by voice and manner something of the great honor that had been bestowed upon their daughter.