He laughed with her, although he replied sincerely:
“That question, dearest, can’t be answered yet.”
Ignoring this, Cicely sat down, saying:
“I am ever so happy. You don’t know what an impression you made upon mother yesterday. Now—keep it up.”
“That’s all right; but can I?”
“Of course you can, if you try hard enough.” Captivated by her manner, sitting close to her, he heard her soft whisper:
“Did you dream of me last night?”
“I didn’t sleep much last night.”
“Didn’t you? Well, I lay awake till after one thinking of you.”
“You blessed little dear!”