“You needn’t, Blossom Bride, you shall go with me!”
Patty looked up in amazement, and saw in Farnsworth’s eyes a look she had never seen before. He seemed almost transfigured, the joy fairly radiated from his countenance.
“Patty,” he whispered, “the reason I was going without you was because I didn’t think you loved me quite well enough to go too. Do you?”
They had paused, and stood facing each other, with quickly beating hearts. There were no passers-by, and the sun shone straight down on Patty’s face, as she looked up at his question.
She knew all it meant, all it implied, and with a firm voice that had a glorious, triumphant ring in it, she said, “I do, my Heart’s Dearest, I do.”
“Then——” Farnsworth hesitated.
“Yes, yes,” Patty assured him.
“You’ll go with me!”
“Yes, to the ends of the earth!”
“Patty!”