“But you know we’ve talked it all over, David. And with four years in the medical school ahead of you—it would be foolish, wouldn’t it?”
Katharine’s voice was a little wistful; it betrayed a desire to be overruled.
“Then let’s do something foolish,” said David earnestly. “I know there’s nothing that can change my feeling about you in four years, or in forty. Our families know how we feel about each other; they’re satisfied. What’s the use of pretending we’re not engaged, when we are? Let’s have the fun of it to-night.”
“Goodness!” said Katharine. “It awes me awfully. But—all right. How do we begin?”
“Let’s begin with Richard and Marion,” said David. “Here they come now, back from dancing.”
“Shall we, really?”
“Yes. Be a sport.”
When Richard came up he asked, “Why aren’t you two dancing? Have a turn with me, Katharine.”
“She’s got something to tell you first,” said David.
“You needn’t put it all on me,” said Katharine. “You can tell Richard. Marion, I know you’ll be glad to hear that David and I are announcing our engagement.”