“What will my people say?” she queried, with sudden apprehension, in one of the pauses.
“I don’t know. We can find out very easily any time we are so minded.”
“But if mamma objects? I am sure I am afraid to tell her.”
“Let me tell her,” he volunteered valiantly. “I think your mother does not like me, but I can win her around. A fellow who can win you can win anything. And if we don’t—”
“Yes?”
“Why, we’ll have each other. But there’s no danger not winning your mother to our marriage. She loves you too well.”
“I should not like to break her heart,” Ruth said pensively.
He felt like assuring her that mothers’ hearts were not so easily broken, but instead he said, “And love is the greatest thing in the world.”
“Do you know, Martin, you sometimes frighten me. I am frightened now, when I think of you and of what you have been. You must be very, very good to me. Remember, after all, that I am only a child. I never loved before.”
“Nor I. We are both children together. And we are fortunate above most, for we have found our first love in each other.”