“He said you’d come to an understanding—that everything was all
right—and as it should be.”
“That’s true. Oh, that’s very true!”
“That you’d opened your heart to him.”
“I did—I did!”
“And—and I knew by the look in his eyes as well as his saying so that
you had come to an understanding.”
“And you knew right, Gardy; perfectly right.”
“Then, what——”
“I did open my heart to him, and I told him everything. And we both
knew it was all right—everything all right—and as it should be.”
My voice grew small and faint and all but failed me.
“Then—then what was it you told him, Betty?”
She wrung her hands, and her eyes were filled with tears, but neither
the gesture nor the tears were those of distress.
“Oh, Gardy, my boy!” she cried holding out her arms. “Are you going to
make me propose to you?”