Miss Frisbie was a good girl,
a straight girl, and surely all right for him to know!
So Peter went to the manicure parlor, and sure enough, there was the
little golden-haired lady; and sure enough, she had read all about
him, she had been dreaming that some day she might meet him
again--and so Peter invited her to go to a picture show. On the way
home they became very chummy, and before a week went by it was as if
they had been friends for life. When Peter asked Miss Frisbie if he
might kiss her, she answered coyly that he might, but after he had
kissed her a few times she explained to him that she was a
self-supporting woman, alone and defenseless in the world, and she
had nobody to speak for her but herself; she must tell him that she
had always been a respectable woman, and that she wanted him to know
that before he kissed her any more. And Peter thought it over and
decided that he had sowed his full share of wild oats in this life;
he was ready to settle down, and the next time he saw Miss Frisbie
he told her so, and before the evening was by they were engaged.
Then Peter went to see Guffey, and seated himself on the edge of the
chair alongside Guffey's desk, and twisted his hat in his hands, and
flushed very red, and began to stammer out his confession.
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