"Nope. No, I really didn't."
"What, then?"
"Second best!"
"Oh, wonderful! What is it?"
"Rigger and high-climber—topping trees, setting structural iron, fixing flag-poles—that sort of thing. Powderman was first."
"Oh, rigger's wonderful!" Visions of his future work flashed across her mind, implanted there by childhood hours spent watching other members of this elite profession at their thrilling work. She knew there could be broken cables, falling pulleys, snapped booms, dropped loads—every day would have its interesting possibilities!
"My darling!" She threw her arms around him and was momentarily silenced by his kiss.
Then she stepped back, looked admiringly up at him, and said, "Oh, I'm so happy for you! And so proud! I'm going right in and order up a nice big meal. I know you'll enjoy this one—it really might be your last!"