"Quite so," said the girl sedately.
"You're engaged to James?"
"We haven't got that far yet. But I've got him on the run."
"Dee!" expostulated her mother, laughing.
"Does he know of your honourable intentions?" queried Osterhout.
"He hasn't expressed his own yet. But he will."
"When?"
"Next time I kiss him."
"Next time, eh? How many times will that make?"