“Oh!” said Bob loudly. “Will you marry me?”
“Yes,” she answered. And for the first time voluntarily offered him her lips.
Suddenly the sound of hammers stopped.
“What’s happening?” she asked.
“Closing time. May I see you to your car?”
“Yes,” she laughed, “if you will get in.”
“I’ll get in if you won’t be ashamed of having a rather dingy-looking individual by your side?”
“I’m proud of you, Bob,” said her father’s daughter. “And I believe in you.”
“And—?” he suggested.
“I love you,” she said simply.