She looked up at him, with something wistful in her blue eyes.
"Sounds nice, Davy!" she said, childishly. Instantly she saw leap to his face the look he had hidden so many years; she heard a new ring in his voice.
"Ah--you darling! You will? You'll let me tell them---?"
"No, no, no!" Half-angry, half-sorry, she put away his embrace. "I'll--Davy, I hate to spoil your Christmas Day--I don't know what to say! I'll think about it!"
"And tell me--it's noon now---" He took out his watch.
"Oh, David, you make me feel as if I were catching a train!"
"And so you are, the Matrimonial Limited!" He would have his kiss, but only caught it where the bright hair mingled with the dark fur of her cap. Then she turned to go home, forbidding the topic imperatively, meeting every buoyant hint with a suddenly serious warning. Her heart was lead within her.
"I suppose there's no help for it," she thought, in a panic. "Linda'll see--it'll all be out in five seconds!"
But Linda met them at the door, full of an announcement.
"Harriet, Mr. Carter is here!"