“Do I think I have! Ah, Eileen!––you would ask me that after our little–––”
“Now, Phil,––you mustn’t say a word about that, or I’ll cancel the next. You caught me at a weak moment and, just like a man, you took fullest advantage,” she smiled.
Phil pulled the horse to a stop and stared blankly at Eileen.
“But––but you meant it, Eileen? We really are sweethearts now?” he asked seriously.
“Why, of course,––you great big boy!” she laughed, “but you don’t have to stop the horse over it. We are on the public highway, too.”
“And some day–––?” he continued, starting up the horse again.
“Maybe,––if you don’t hurry me. You won’t hurry me, Phil? Will you––dear? For I am terribly happy, and I––I don’t quite seem to have got everything properly laid out in my mind.”
“You just take your own good time, Eilie. I have my career to make first; but I am going to do it now that I have you to think of–––”
“That’s the way I like to hear a man talk,” she returned, with an enthusiasm that carried contagion. “I don’t think there is a thing in this world impossible to any man if he only makes up his mind to attain it. If a man has health––and he can have that if he goes about it the right way––and is willing to throw aside the hundred and one little time-wasters that surround all of us; if he will work and work and do the very best he knows, he is sure to gain his object in the end.”
“Even in the winning of a young lady?”