And he gazed at her with what he fondly hoped were eyes of sincere adoration.
"Not until I'm twenty-one! Look at that now!" replied Peg—it seemed to Mr. Hawkes, somewhat flippantly.
"Well! What do you say?" he asked vibrantly.
"What do I say, to WHAT?"
"Will you consent to an engagement?"
"With YOU?"
"Yes, Miss O'Connell, with me."
Peg suddenly burst into a paroxysm of laughter.
Hawkes' face clouded and hardened.
The gloomier he looked, the more hearty were Peg's ebullitions of merriment.