"No."
"All right, Fatty. Now go on back to the tug. And stay there!"
He watched Aleck until he had disappeared among the cedars. Then, his business done, he turned toward Mona. A little shyly, with shining eyes, she came to him. He wiped his eye. He could just see her.
"Oh, Peter!" she whispered softly. He could feel her soft little handkerchief at his face, just as he had felt it that first day in the edge of the forest. And she was saying, "Peter—you're glorious!"
And then something happened that sent a tremble through the world on which Peter stood. Raising herself on tiptoe, Mona kissed him softly and sweetly on his swollen lips.
"There, that is what Aleck Curry has wanted all the time, and I'm giving it to you. Say thank you, Peter!"
"Thank you," said Peter.