Through his rocking mind darted a memory of her earlier speech to him. "You said you didn't want words. Arlee—will you?"
She flung back her head and looked up at him, her face a flower, her eyes like stars tangled in the bright mist of her hair.
"Billy, what's your middle name?"
"Bunker.... I can't help it, dear. They wished it on me and asked me not to let it go. But Bunker Hill——!"
"It's a wonderful name, Billy! A perfectly irresistible name!" Her eyes laughed up at him through a dazzle of tears, and prankishly over her curving lips hovered a mischievous dimple. "It's a name—that—I—simply—can't—do—without—Billy Bunker Hill!"
The dimple deepened then fled before its just deserts. For if ever a dimple deserved to be caught and kissed that was the one.