"You certainly did, for I looked around and saw you."
They paused. (There is no pastime quite like it.)
"But they say that I am wild like a young horse." (Love is always finding some argument which he wishes to have knocked under.)
"Not to me,"—ardently. "You may ride a bicycle every day, if you wish."
"I'd rather have an automobile,"—drolly.
"An airship, if money will buy it!"
"They say—my uncle says—that I am not capable of loving anything."
"What do I care what they say? Will you be my wife?"
"Give me a week to think it over."
"No."