“I’ll need anything you say.”
“Very well, then, you’ll need patience if ever you marry me.”
“I know that well enough. Stop a moment. Kiss me before we go down.” He caught her in his arms, but she slipped away.
“No, I won’t. You’ve had enough kisses. I’ll always give you one when you come, hereafter, and one when you go away, but no more.”
“Then I shall come very often.” He laughed and leaned upon her instead of using his stick, as they slowly descended.
Mary Ballard was chilled after her long drive in the rain, and Betty made her tea. Then, after a pleasant hour of chat and encouragement from the two sweet women, Peter Junior left them, promising to go to the picnic and nutting party on Saturday. It would surely be pleasant, for the sky was already clearing. Yes, truly a glad heart brings pleasant prognostications.