“Do you mean to say there’s an engagement between you two?”
Fanny held her hand over her uncle’s lips. “’Sh! No, not that. What would dad say if he heard you? Only he’s been writing me the loveliest letters this Summer. M’m!”
“I shall have to congratulate Guy on not snoring. But suppose,” Briggs continued, confidentially, “suppose I should tell you that sometimes he did snore?”
Fanny tossed back her head. “Well, that wouldn’t make any difference, either. Come to think of it, if Guy had snored this morning, his snoring would have been nice. Funny about love, isn’t it, Uncle Doug?” Fanny added, pensively.
“What is?”
“It makes everything nice.”
“In the one you love, you mean?”
Fanny nodded. “M’m—h’m!”
“Then you’re really in love with Guy?”
Fanny danced away. “Oh, I didn’t say that.”