"Dan Merrithew, don't you dare!"
"And Dan Merrithew is just a—" She had risen, and before he could complete the sentence her hands were pressed tightly over his mouth.
"Will you be good?" she cried. She released her hands and regarded him with mock severity.
"But—" laughed Dan.
Again the hands flew to his face.
"Will you?"
"I will," said Dan.
"And you'll promise not to say or think such nonsense again?"
"I promise," said Dan.
And then for a while both fell silent, thinking of the future which lay before them. The girl smiled as her day-dreams opened and expanded. Dan frowned, and the fingers of his well-shaped hands locked and unlocked across his knees.