“Tommy, I’ve got a plan! Let’s go out on the porch,” she suggested aloud, as her mother came in to clear the table.
“Well!” said Tommy, when they were alone again.
“Well!” she repeated. “Come on—sit down and listen. I want you to take me to the city to see your uncle.”
“No!” cried Tommy, startled. “No, my dear girl! That wouldn’t do at all!”
“It would! I’ll be so nice he’ll have to like me. I thought and thought about it last night. Please do, Tommy!”
“But, my dear child, don’t you see that you couldn’t go off with me that way? You’d—you’d compromise yourself!”
“Not if we got married right away.”
“But suppose Uncle James said no?”
“But he wouldn’t—especially when he sees how I trust you.”
Tommy put forward all the objections he could think of, but she was able to answer them all.