"Then double up like a jackknife," continued the instructor. He doubled up like a jackknife and rose into the air.
At the same instant John Quincy seized the girl's hands. "Listen to me. I can't wait another second. I want to tell you that I love you—"
"You're mad," she cried.
"Mad about you. Ever since that day on the ferry—"
"But your people?"
"What about my people? It's just you and I—we'll live in San Francisco—that is, if you love me—"
"Well, I—"
"In heaven's name, be quick. That human submarine is floating around here under us. You love me, don't you? You'll marry me?"
"Yes."
He took her in his arms and kissed her. Only the wandering Winterslips could kiss like that. The stay-at-homes had always secretly begrudged them the accomplishment.