Peterkin
mud sometimes sticks. Do you ever put your money an a dead cert now, Georgie?"
"Don't try to be funny," Georgie spoke rudely with a scarlet face.
"I'm only playing up to you," Anne said lightly. "I've always played up to you, haven't I? I must give up the habit. Does Diana love you well enough to take the mud with you? Do you think she would love you if you forged a cheque, or swore out loud when your motor broke down?"
"Yes," said Georgie, firmly. "And I'm not going to forge a cheque, so we needn't discuss the question."
"Would her heart still be true to you if you told her suddenly that you'd become a Plymouth Brother, or a Particular Baptist, do you suppose?"
Georgie looked at his watch and thanked his stars that it was seven o'clock.
"I'm going in, Anne."
With ill-concealed joy he turned towards the house.
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