“How do I know? He is coming tonight. I'll tell you in a week.”
Joe was sitting bolt upright now, a little white.
“Is he young?”
“He's a good bit older than you, but that's not saying he's old.”
Joe was twenty-one, and sensitive of his youth.
“He'll be crazy about you in two days.”
She broke into delighted laughter.
“I'll not fall in love with him—you can be certain of that. He is tall and very solemn. His hair is quite gray over his ears.”
Joe cheered.
“What's his name?”