Book Excerpt: as not the Francis she had built up for herself from a month's meetings and a few memories.He smiled at her flashingly again as they settled themselves at the little table in just the right spot and place they had chosen."Wondering whether I'll eat with my knife?" he demanded, quite at random as it happened, but altogether too close to Marjorie's feelings to be comfortable.She colored up to her hair."No--no! I know you wouldn't do that!" she asseverated so earnestly that he went off into another gale of affectionate laughter.And then he addressed himself to the joyous task of planning a luncheon that they would never of them either forget, he said. He took the waiter into their confidence to a certain degree, and from then on a circle of silent and admiring service inclosed them."But you needn't think we're going to linger over it, Marjorie," he informed her. "I want to get up to where you live, and be alone with you.""Of course," said MarjorieRead More