"I am. Guess to whom I am going to give him."
"I can't."
"To the only nice girl I know, and her name is Beth Davenport."
"Not me?" Her eyes had grown very big.
"Yes, you—really."
Beth could not believe it for a while. When she did realize that Harvey was truly in earnest, she gave one long gasp of delight. Then she surprised both herself and Harvey by throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him.
Harvey, boylike, was a little embarrassed, but he did not object, however.
"Harvey, you're the nicest boy living. I don't know how to thank you."
He looked very much pleased. "Do you really like him, Beth?"
"Like him!——" She could not think of words strong enough to tell how much she liked him.