"What do you suggest?"
"You're an ambitious woman."
"I suppose so."
"I suggest this child." And he tapped his chest with the chewed butt of the cigar.
"I don't see——"
"This child thrown in as a sweetener."
For a moment she flushed, then the colour died away and was replaced by a smile distinctly crooked at the corners.
"Are you making a proposal of marriage?" she asked.
"I sure am."
"Oh!"