“And husband,” he said gloomily. “I could stand the honor and the babies, but I object to the husband.”
“Of course you do. I have my car here, and I will take you right over to Eveley’s and you can settle it immediately.”
“I do not believe I could propose before you, Kitty,” he objected shyly. “I could not think of the words.”
“I shall wait in the car until it is over. Then I shall come sauntering up later on and wish you joy, etc., and Eveley need not know I had a thing to do with it. Just you get her promise, and I shall be witness for you. If she tries to back out we shall sue her for breach of promise.”
“All right,” he decided suddenly. “We certainly can not submit to any such nonsense as this. Let’s go.”
All the way to the Cloud Cote they kept up hearty agreement that the idea was utterly wild and preposterous, and that Nolan should never stand for it. As she stopped the car, two doors down where Eveley could not see from her window, Kitty said:
“Arnold and I want to take a honeymoon trip to Yosemite after we are married, and we want you and Eveley to get married in time to go along. It is so much more fun when everybody’s married.”
“Now, you fix it up with Eveley, and when you are through pull back the shade in the living-room, and I’ll take it for a sign and come up to make my call.”
So Nolan went up the rustic steps to Eveley, and Kitty settled down in a corner of the car. For thirty minutes she chuckled gleefully to herself, but after half an hour she began to feel that he was decidedly slow.
“I could be engaged to a dozen people in that time,” she thought impatiently, “Oh, the poky thing. But I suppose they are waxing demonstrative, and he has forgotten me.”