Mr. La Branche came trotting in with the evening newspaper in his hand.
"It's in the paper," he chuckled. "Those reporters get everything."
"What's in the paper?" Myra Nell snatched the sheet from his hand and read eagerly as he went trotting out again with his slippers applauding every step. "Oh, Lordy!"
Blake read over her shoulder, and his face flushed.
"Norvin, we're really, truly engaged, now. See!" After a pause, "And you've never even asked me."
There was only one thing to say.
"Myra Nell," he began, "I want you—Will you—"
"Oh, you goose, you're not taking a cold shower!"
"Will you do me the honor to be my wife?"
She burst into delightful laughter. "So you actually have the courage to propose? Shall I take time to think it over, or shall I answer now?"
"Now, by all means."