"No, Monty, bi-cause mebbe I goin' die, and then thas break promise. Thas not perlite do lig' those."
"Pshaw! There's no likelihood at all of your dying. You're awfully healthy. Anyone can see it by your colouring. By jove, Sunny, you have the prettiest complexion of any girl I've ever seen. Your cheeks are just like flowers. Die! You're bugs to think of it even. So you are perfectly safe in promising."
"We-el, then I promise that mebbe after those five, six year when you are all troo, if I are not marry wiz someone else, then I go consider marry wiz you, Monty."
This gracious speech was sweetened by an engaging smile, and Monty, believing that "half a loaf is better than no loaf" showed his pleasure, though his curiosity prompted him to make anxious inquiry as to possible rivals.
"Bobs asked you yet?"
"No—not yet."
"You wouldn't take him if he did, would you, Sunny?"
"No. Not yet."
"Or any time. Say that."