“Yes, I’m sure.”
“Well then—” her voice sank very low. “There can’t be any other fellow! There!”
“Nellie!” he cried. Then he would have caught her in his arms, but she held him back.
“Wait, Tom. I understand, and I am very, very glad,” she said, earnestly. “But mamma—she is a little bit old-fashioned, you know. She made both of us—Grace and I—promise not to—to become engaged until we were twenty or twenty-one.”
“Oh!”
“So we’ll have to wait a little longer.”
“I see. But we understand each other, don’t we, Nellie?”
“Yes, I’m sure we do.”
“And when you are old enough——”
“We’ll talk it over again,” she answered, and took his arm as if to walk back to the others.