As if anything she did would escape him now!
He moved from the oven and said thoughtfully: "I wish I could remember that quotation properly."
"A quotation?"
"Yes, something I read about the sweetest sight in the world being that of a woman baking bread, and how, even if it were in the—er—sweat of her brow, what man was there 'who would not rather kiss those drops away, than the powder from the cheek of a Duchess'?"
Having arrived at this stage of the story as told me by Elizabeth herself, I said to her: "And immediately after this, I suppose, the young man proposed to you?"
Elizabeth then told me: "He didn't propose at all."
"What?" I cried.
"He didn't propose," repeated the Man-hater obstinately. "I did."
"You?"
"I had to," explained my little chum, glowing. "He made me."