Toby was silent for a moment. Then: "You're mad!" she said tersely.
"I'm not!" said Bunny. "I'm perfectly serious. Don't you understand that when this kind of thing gets hold of you, there's no getting away from it? We can't possibly go back to where we were before—behave as if nothing had happened. You wouldn't want to, would you?"
There was a hint of pleading in his tone now. Toby made a curious little gesture that seemed to express a measure of reassurance. But, "I don't know," she said somewhat dubiously.
"You aren't angry, are you?" said Bunny softly.
She hesitated. "I was."
"Yes, but not now—when you've begun to realize what a jolly thing life together would be. It isn't as if we'd never met before. We're pals already."
"Yes; we're pals," said Toby, but still her voice was dubious.
"I say, be a sport!" the boy urged suddenly. "You said you weren't afraid of me. Don't chuck the best thing in life for want of a little ordinary courage!"
"What is—the best thing in life?" said Toby.
His hold grew close again, but it remained gentle. "You marry me," he said, "and I'll show you!"