“Oh, yes, you do,” said Babbie coolly. “You care a lot.” Then she smiled and held out her hand. “Don’t let’s quarrel this morning. If you look so glum the girls will think all I’ve said about your being such a jolly lot is a fairy-tale. I caught a glimpse of you in Glasgow, you know, and I wanted to climb down from the top of a two-story tram to rush back and speak to you. But the tram started just then and I couldn’t.”