"And if you stammer and stutter and--and--and act like the
Unspeakable Perk NOW, I'll--I'll howl!"
If she had any such project, the chance was lost on the instant of
the warning, as he caught her to him and held her close.
"Oh!" she cried, trying to push him away. "Do you know, sir, that
this is a public square?"
"Well, I didn't choose it," he reminded her, laughing in pure joy,
with a boyish note new to her ear. "Anyway, there are only us two
under the sun." And he drew her close again, whispering in her
ear.
"Oh--oh, is that the language of medical science?" she reproved.
At this point, generic curiosity overcame the feathered
eavesdropper in the tree above.
"Qu'est-ce qu'il dit?"--"What's he say?"
The girl turned a flushed and adorable face upward.
"I won't tell you. It's for me alone," she declared joyously. "But
you'll never stop saying it, will you, dear?"
"Never, as long as we both shall live. And that reminds me," he
said soberly. "We must arrange about being married."
"Oh, that reminds you, does it?" she mocked. "Just incidentally,
like that."
Boom! Boom! Boom! The mission clock kept patiently at it until its
suggestion struck in.
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