"Tell you I love you? Ah, sweetheart."
"Tell it to me, Jerry."
"Billy, I love you so, that if there is a God, I will thank Him all my life for this week and the thought of you."
"You may not," said Billy, "when we have been married a year."
"We can't marry, dear. Don't you understand? I am a tramp."
"And so am I."
"Your father will kick me out when he knows—"
"It's none of my father's business," said Billy with a saucy tilt of her small chin. "He's marrying whom he pleases and I shall do the same."
"Wait until I speak to him—"
"No," said Billy promptly. "I will speak, Jerry. Promise me that you won't say a thing until we get to the town where we can telegraph. Oh, Jerry, my love, promise me."