"Where it belongs," she answered, with a flush.
"Didn't you want me to come?"
"Of course."
"Then why didn't you hang it up?"
"Just because I wanted you to come."
Alden laughed at her feminine inconsistency, as he took her face between his hands and kissed her, half-shyly still. "Did you sleep last night?" he asked.
"Yes, but I had a horrible dream. I was glad to wake up this morning."
"I didn't sleep, so all my dreams were wakeful ones. You're not sorry, are you, Rosemary?"
"No, indeed! How could I ever be sorry?"
"You never shall be, if I can help it. I want to be good to you, dear. If I'm ever otherwise, you'll tell me so, won't you?"