“What shall I say?”
“If I see no one I like better than you, Archie M’Clean, before you come to claim me, I will be your wife.”
Agnes hesitated. “It sounds so solemn.”
“But you promised.”
“So I did. I will say it.” And she repeated the words with due seriousness.
“And when I see you again, Agnes Kennedy, I will claim you for my wife, and I will promise to be a true and loving husband.”
“Oh, but you didn’t say anything about the other girl that you may like better!” Agnes exclaimed.
“There will be no other,” returned Archie.
“All the same you must say it just as I did, or I shall not be satisfied.” And Archie was compelled to make the concession.
“You wouldn’t—you wouldn’t kiss me good-by, I suppose,” said Archie, awkwardly.