“It’s a little bit too cold,” he ventured.
“Not so very,” she returned mischievously, as they started walking.
He was frightened. “But—”
She was enjoying his embarrassment, but came to his assistance with: “Well, where shall we go? It’s up to you. You did the invitin’.”
“I’ve got nearly two hours,” he explained. “Can you stay out that long?”
“I’m off for the rest o’ the night,” she assured him; “but I ought to be back under the quilt by ten. I’m a bit tired.”
“Of course, you are,” he agreed hurriedly—this was another opportunity—“so we mustn’t do any walking. Do you—would you like to come—”
“Yes.”
“How would you like to come over to my place?”
It was out. What would she say?