“Well, if you don't, it's no matter,” returned Flora. “Francis hasn't said anything about it to me; you needn't think he has. All is, you'll never find a better fellow than he is, Lois Field, I don't care where you go.”
Flora spoke with slow warmth. Lois's face quivered. “If you don't take care you'll never get married at all,” said Flora, half laughing.
Lois sat up straight. “I shall never get married to anybody,” said she. “That's one thing I won't do. I'll die first.”
Flora stared at her. “Why, why not?” said she.
“I won't.”
“I never knew what happiness was until I got married,” said Flora. Then she flushed up suddenly all over her steady face.
Lois, too, started and blushed, as if the other girl's speech had struck some answering chord in her. The two were silent a moment. Lois sewed; Flora stared off through the trees at the darkening sky. The low rumble of thunder was incessant.
“George is one of the best husbands that ever a girl had,” said Flora, in a tender, shamed voice; “but Francis would make just as good a one.”
Lois made no reply. She almost turned her back toward Flora as she sewed.
“I guess you'll change your mind some time about getting married,” Flora said.