"Oh! do you remember that?"
"Yes." Her eyes fell again. "It was the time you asked me to use your first name."
"O! Miss Barb, are you still going to hold that against me?"
"Rosemont should be yours, Mr. March. It rhymes!" She stood up.
"No! No, no! I give it to you!" he said, springing to his feet.
"Will you, really, Mr. March?" She moved a step toward the door.
"O Miss Barb, I do! I do!"
"But your mother's consent——"
A pang of incertitude troubled his brave face for an instant, but then he said, "Oh, there can be no doubt! Let me go and get it!" He started.
"No," she falteringly said, "don't do it."