“Why? An apartment is much less trouble.”
“Well—you see—we’d each be more independent. I could have the top floor to myself—my typewriter makes a horrible racket——”
“I’d love to have a whole floor to myself, and I’d never go near yours. Elsie has me well trained. I’d never dare cross the threshold of her study.”
“You will make a model wife!”
“I hate that word. We’ll just be partners.”
“Right.” He rose also. “Let’s shake hands on it.”
She shook his hand heartily. Then she raised herself on tiptoe and pecked his cheek. “Now, you know I love you!” she exclaimed.
“Haven’t the least doubt of it,” he mumbled. “May I announce the engagement at once?”
“Do. Let’s have it over. Elsie will be delighted, and so will Mrs. Pleyden. Polly won’t, but Polly must find out sometime that she can’t have every least little thing her own way.”