"I want an answer."
But she would not be coerced.
"You shall have one, but not now. I'm not sure what it will be."
"If you can't be sure now, can you ever be sure?"
"Yes. Give me two weeks. I shall think about nothing else."
"Thank you," he said. "Two weeks.... That will be full moon.... I shall ask all Aiken to a picnic in the woods, weather permitting ... and—and if your answer is to be my happiness, why, you shall come up to me, and say, 'Bob—drive me home, will you?'"
"And if it's the other answer, Bob?"
He smiled in his usual bantering way.
"If it's the other, Phyllis—why—you—you can walk home."
She laughed joyously, and he laughed, just as if nothing but what was light and amusing was in question between them.