"No, I added that, too."
Stuart again seized the hand she had deftly withdrawn. He pressed it tenderly and sought the depths of her blue eyes.
"Ah, honey girl," he cried passionately, "don't tease me any more, please! I've got to leave you in a few hours. My regiment is going to march. It may be a serious business. You're a brave soldier's daughter and you're going to be a soldier's bride."
The girl's lips quivered for the first time and her voice trembled the slightest bit as she fought for self-control.
"I'll never marry a soldier."
"You will!"
"My daddy's never at home. I promised my mother never to look at a soldier."
"You're looking at me, dear heart!"
She turned quickly.
"I won't—"