"But you will be when he asks you?"
"Thorny, aren't you awful!" Susan laughed; colored brilliantly.
"Well, WOULDN'T you?" the other persisted.
"I don't suppose one thinks of those things until they actually happen," Susan said slowly, wrinkling a thoughtful forehead. Thorny watched her for a moment with keen interest, then her own face softened suddenly.
"No, of course you don't!" she agreed kindly. "Do you mind my asking, Sue?"
"No-o-o!" Susan reassured her. As a matter of fact, she was glad when any casual onlooker confirmed her own secret hopes as to the seriousness of Peter Coleman's intention.
Peter took her to church on Easter Sunday, and afterward they went to lunch with his uncle and aunt, spent a delightful rainy afternoon with books and the piano, and, in the casual way that only wealth makes possible, were taken downtown to dinner by old Mr. Baxter at six o'clock. Taking her home at nine o' clock, Peter told her that he was planning a short visit to Honolulu with the Harvey Brocks. "Gee, I wish you were going along!" he said.
"Wouldn't it be fun!" Susan agreed.
"Well, say! Mrs. Brock would love it--" he began eagerly.
"Oh, Peter, don't talk nonsense!" Susan felt, at a moment like this, that she actually disliked him.