“Are you going to do that often, Wally?”
“Every day for the rest of my life!”
“Goodness!”
“Oh, you’ll get used to it. It’ll grow on you.”
“You don’t think I am making a mistake marrying you?”
“No, no! I’ve given the matter a lot of thought, and … in fact, no, no!”
“No,” said Jill thoughtfully. “I think you’ll make a good husband. I mean, suppose we ever want the piano moved or something … Wally!” she broke off suddenly.
“You have our ear.”
“Come out on the roof,” said Jill. “I want to show you something funny.”
Wally followed her out. They stood at the parapet together, looking down.