"Is it true, Gerald?" asked Mims naughtily. He looked at Virginia.
"Is it true, Miss Mynors?"
Virginia hesitated. "Well, I think it is, but not in the sense in which this inscription means it," she ventured timidly. "I mean--there is a love which is stronger than anything or anybody--but not that love--not that silly winged boy." She blushed a little as she spoke, and looked so divinely pretty, her small teeth just showing between the parted lips, her shadowy, Greuze eyes uplifted, that Gerald felt his head swim.
"I think you are right," he said, speaking with extra gravity to hide his emotion.
"Virgie is simply ridiculous about love," grumbled Mims. "She would give away her head, her heart, her hand, anything she had, for those she loves--her mother and her little sister----"
"And Tony," reprovingly put in Virginia.
"And Tony," teased her friend. "Isn't she a baby, Gerald?"
The young man considered her. "Or an angel?" he suggested