"Will you marry me, sweetheart?" he asked her again, very gently this time, not a bit like a bank vice-president.
Rebecca Mary caught her breath. She put up her hand and clutched the edge of his coat with trembling fingers as if to keep him near her until she could answer him. Her eyes crinkled and the corners of her mouth tilted up. My! but she was glad that Cousin Susan had told her what she should say.
"Y-yes," she stuttered, half laughing, half crying. "Y-yes, thank you!"