"I must brush my hair," she answered, as though she could think of no other words. "I—I must dress."
Laughing joyously, he went to her and gathered the soft masses of her hair in his hands, and piled it up in a glorious disarray about her face and head, holding it there, and still laughing into her eyes.
"Joanne, you are mine!"
"Unless I have been dreaming—I am, John Aldous!"
"Forever and forever."
"Yes, forever—and ever."
"And because I want the whole world to know, we are going to be married by a minister."
She was silent.
"And as my wife to be," he went on, his voice trembling with his happiness, "you must obey me!"
"I think that I shall, John."