“What?”
Billy seized both her hands and drew her under the shadow of a tree.
“A strong manly breast on which to lean—Susie, my Darling, I love you! Will you be my wife?”
Susie burst into a fit of laughter and Billy dropped her hands in rage.
“You treat the offer of my heart as a senseless joke, young woman?”
“No, Billy dear, I don’t. I appreciate it more than words can express. You have paid me the highest tribute a girl can receive, but the idea of marrying a boy of your age is ridiculous!”
“Ridiculous! Ridiculous! How dare you insult me? I’m as old as you are!” thundered Billy.
“Yes, we are each eighteen.”
“And your mother married at sixteen.”
“And she’s still only sixteen,” said the girl with a sigh.