“I––I’ve asked Sally to marry me,” he confessed.
For a moment her thin, wrinkled face remained immobile. Then he saw a smile brighten the shrewd gray eyes.
“You don’t say!” she answered. “I’ve been wonderin’ just how long ye’d be tellin’ me that.”
“You knew? Sally told you?” he exclaimed.
“Not in so many words, as ye might say,” she answered. “But laws sake, when a girl wakes me up to say she doesn’t think a young man has blankets enough on his bed in this kind of weather––”
“She did that?” interrupted Don.
“Thet’s jest what she did. But long afore thet you told me yourself.”
“I?”
“Of course. It’s jest oozin’ out all over you.”
She came nearer. For a second Don felt as 299 though those gray eyes were boring into his soul.