"Aw, pshaw, Julie, as if you aren't about as good as they make 'em, just as you are! Why, I'm crazy about you—I'm crazy about the way you look and about the way you act; you're good enough for me! Julie," his voice sank again, "Julie, won't you let me pick out a little flat somewheres? Pomeroy said I could have any one of the old squares for nothing; we could get some rugs and chairs from the People's Easy Payment Company. Just you and me, Julie; what do you think?"
"I-I'd like to have a cute little house," said Julia, with a shaky smile.
"Sure you would! And a garden—"
"Oh, I'd love a little garden!" The girl smiled again.
"Well, then, why not, Julia?"
She looked at him obliquely.
"Suppose I stopped loving you, Mark?"
Mark gave a great laugh.
"Once I have you, Ju, I'll risk it!"
Child that she was, a glimpse of that complete possession stained her cheeks crimson.