"You! And I can't wait another minute! Jump!"
Not pausing to think, impelled by his quick command, Patty stepped over the rail and jumped.
Farnsworth caught her deftly in his arms just as her feet touched the ground, and held her there.
"Look at me," he said, and his always musical voice had a ring in it
Patty had never heard before.
The golden head, bowed against his broad chest, lifted a little, and
Patty's blue eyes shone into his own. Steadily he looked for a moment,
and then said, quietly, but exultantly, "You love me! Oh, my Patty
Blossom!"
Patty stood very still. It seemed to her that the end of the world had come—or the beginning,—she wasn't sure which.
"Come," said Farnsworth, still with that glad, exultant note of triumph in his voice. He led her to the house, walking quickly and with springing step.
Adele was in the hall as they entered.
"Good heavens!" she said, helplessly, as she stared at them.
"Adele," Farnsworth's words fairly rang out, "don't stop us. We're just getting engaged, and we want a few minutes alone."