"Ad Japan nobody—love. Thas not nize word speag ad Japan."
"Gosh! it's the nicest word in the language in America. You can't help speaking it. You can't help feeling it. When you're in love, Sunny, you think day and night and every hour and minute and second of the day of the same person. That's love, Sunny."
"Ah!" whispered Sunny, her eyes very bright and dewey, "I are know him then!" And she stood with that rapt look, scarcely hearing Jinx, and brought back to earth only when he took her hand, and clung to it with both his own somewhat flabby ones.
"Sunny, I'm head over heels in love with you. Put me out of my misery. Say you'll be Mrs. Crawford, and you'll see how quickly this old bunged up heart of mine will heal."
"Oh, Jinx, you are ask me to make marry wiz you?"
"You bet your life I am. Gosh! I've got an awful case on you, Sunny."
"Ho! I sawry I kinnod do thad to-day. I am not good ad my healt'. Axscuse me. Mebbe some odder day I do so."
"Any day will do. Any day that suits you, if you'll just give me your promise—if you'll just be engaged to me."