Renie stood up. "Izzy! I will!"
He was whimpering frankly against her skirt. After a while she raised her face. Jeanne d'Arc might have looked like that when she beheld the vision.
"Squash!"
"What?"
"Squash! It's like he was sent out of heaven!"
"He—he ain't—"
"He's coming to-night—to ask me, Izzy. You know what I mean? Don't you see? Don't you see?"
"I—"
"Don't you see, Izzy? He's going to ask me, and—and I'm going to do it!"
"Oh, my God! Renie, you can't do that for me if—You can't do that for me."