He paused, and she looked up.
How long he paused before he could venture to startle the child by his next words:
“By marriage. Rosemary, dear, will you marry me?”
She turned pale, but did not withdraw her astonished eyes from his face.
“What do you say, little friend?” inquired the suitor.
“Oh, oh, oh!” was what she said.
“Does that mean yes or no, Rosemary?”
She did not answer.
“You do not like me well enough to marry me, then, Rosemary?”
“Oh, yes, I do! Indeed, indeed I do; I would marry you in a minute, but—but—but——”