“Yes, Nan?”
“I suppose you noticed that Jim has been—has been—sort of nice to me.”
“Yes.”
“Well—he—he asked me to marry him.”
“Oh, Nancy darling, I’m so glad!”
Jeanette caught her friend in her arms, and squeezed her until she could hardly breathe. “I think he’s just fine, and I hope you’ll be just awfully, awfully happy.”
“Not so fast! Not so fast!” protested Nancy. “I haven’t said ‘yes’ yet.”
“You haven’t? Why Nan, don’t you care too? I thought you did.”
“I do; but I must be positive. It is too eternal, too serious a thing to decide in a hurry. I’m not even engaged yet.”
She went on to tell Jeanette the substance of Jim’s and her conversation on the subject; adding, as she finished, “Of course you know without my telling you that this is just between you and me. I suppose Miss Ashton suspects; and Jim has told his father and mother. I’ll tell Mother and Dad, and Uncle John, but I don’t want anyone else even to suspect it.”