"Have you had long enough," he said a trifle unsteadily, "to decide on that proposition I made you nine months ago to a day?"
"I—I—What proposition do you mean?"
"That we should set up housekeeping together?"
Agatha seemed trying to remember. "Wasn't that for last winter only?"
"No. It's for this summer and next winter and for all the summers and winters that ever will be."
She regarded him amazedly. "You're not—you can't be—"
"But I am, exactly that. Will you marry me, Agatha?"
"Listen!" A little flutter of laughter escaped her and he loved the sound of it. "Do you realize those are the first words you've ever spoken to me—the real me, that we've just been introduced? Of course we had any number of good talks when I was Great-aunt Agatha Kent."
"Bless her dear heart!" Forbes interjected gratefully.
"And we had one rather exciting interview when I was Hephzibah."