“Well, I’ll be damned!” he said, at last.
“I don’t suppose many girls in my position would have put him off this way,” she said meditatively. “There ain’t much to look ahead to in the manicuring line—a few years of good looks and being taken out, and then just sitting around.”
“And if you marry, why, it means even more work, don’t it,” he said, “cooking and the housework—and the kids. No; I can’t see as there are two sides to it.”
“There are two sides, though,” she said, and she drew a great breath that went through her young, glorious body. She drew back and stretched out her arms as though every muscle had risen in protest. “But a girl can’t be doing the askin’, you see.”
He remained frowning at the cloth so long that she said:
“Did you hear what I said?”
He nodded.
“And you remember what I said to you that afternoon about settling down and home and all the rest?”
“The afternoon I kissed you?”