"Wait! wait!" she interrupted. "I don't mean that at all, and you know it! But for a great, tall fellow like you to be so unreasonably jealous of a little ten-year-old does seem absurd. I love Doodles, of course; everybody does. But, David, you ought to know that's all there is to it."
"He says he's going to marry you!"
Polly laughed outright. "I never heard anything about it before, so I guess I wouldn't let it worry me, David." She chuckled. "Whatever made him say that! He's a funny little chap!"
"Will you marry me?" David asked abruptly.
Polly's dimples came and went. "Do you mean right off?" she queried soberly. "I rather want to go to school a little longer."
"There you are again!" he grumbled. "You can't take anything in earnest! I may as well go home!"
"But, David, the idea of asking me such a question! And I only thirteen! Can't you see how silly it is?"
"No, I can't! It's the only way to make sure of you! Some other fellow will get ahead of me!"
"No other fellow has yet, David." Polly's voice was sweet and serious.
"Do you mean that," he asked, "honestly?"