"She thinks we're going to get married."
"And what is it you think?"
"I'd like it."
"Because I am the great dancer you think I ought to be the wife. So? It is funny. But it is not so funny. We can talk about it again. Now I am so tired that I just want to hear you say one thing and that is about the dancing and me."
"I think you were just fine," said Peter.
CHAPTER III
I
Maria was right. They did talk about it again and largely because Peter surprised himself and her with enterprise. It was raining hard that night when she came out into the alley. Peter grown bold was standing not more than two feet away from the stage door at a spot where a projecting fire escape offered some shelter from the rain. A big puddle lay all the way across the alley.
"Here," said Peter, almost casually and he picked Maria up and carried her across.
"Thank God, there's no winding staircase," Vonnie shouted after them.