You have to trade around among various friends before you can effectually respond. Sly Mary Webster supplies you with “Say now!” of which you immediately avail yourself.
“Will you marry me?” asks Lucy, dared thereto by companions, while those in the secret whoop and shriek at her boldness.
“Of course I will,” you assure her, providentially possessing the very reply, on a yellow oval.
“That’s what!” comments Lucy.
The remark deserves better, but the best that you can do is a “With all my heart,” on a pink star.
The festivities of the evening are over. It is time to go home. Most of the mottoes have eventually been eaten, and the rest of them have been stuffed, along with other sweets, into greedy pockets. Already some of the girls have been called for by kinspeople, and some of the boys have scrambled through the hall, and noisily fled into the street. You encounter Lucy at the foot of the stairs, and hastily thrust into her hand a motto that you have been saving—a fine shamrock in yellow, which says for you:
“May I see you home to-night?”
There is a motto-wafer with a mitten on it; has Lucy one, and will she be moved to give it to you, as a mischievous rebuff? No; lacking ready answer, she only giggles and attempts to pass on.
“But may I? I ain’t foolin’—truly I ain’t!” you beseech, husky in the stress of the moment.