The great creature at her side looked doubtful and puzzled.
“I don’t know just where to begin. There’s such a heap, and I’ve worried thinking about it, till—till——”
Helen sat up and propped her chin in her hands with her elbows on her knees.
“When you don’t know where to begin just start with the first thought in your head, and—and—ramble.”
Bill brightened up.
“Sure that’s best?”
“Sure.”
The man sighed in relief.
“That’s made a heap of difference,” he cried. Then he took a handkerchief from his pocket, removed his panama and mopped his forehead. He gave a big gulp in the midst of the process, and spoke as though he were defying an enemy. “Will you marry me?” he demanded, and sat up glaring at her, with his hat and handkerchief poised in either hand.
The girl gave him a quick look. Then she flung herself back in her chair and laughed.