“Oh, then you can come with us?”
“I’d rather you came with me.”
“With you, Don? But where?”
“Anywhere you wish, as long as we go together and alone. Only we must get back in two weeks.”
“Don, dear!”
“I mean it,” he went on earnestly. “I want to marry you to-morrow or next day. Your trunks are all packed, and you needn’t unpack 232 them. We’ll spend all the time we can spare in the mountains, and then come back––to the house. It’s all ready for you, Frances. It’s waiting for you.”
She stared about in fear lest some one might be overhearing his rambling talk.
“Don,” she gasped.
“Nora has cleaned every room,” he ran on, “and I’ve saved a hundred dollars for the trip. And Farnsworth is going to give me a raise before December. He hasn’t promised it, but I know he’ll do it, because I’m going to make good. You and I together will make good.”
She did not answer. She could not. She was left quite paralyzed. He was leaning forward expectantly.