"Say! Gee! Never thought—— Claire! Got your transportation back East?"
"My ticket? Yes. Why?"
"Well, I'm sure you can turn it in and get a refund. So that's all right."
"Are you going to let me in on the secret?"
"Oh yes, might's well. I was just wondering—— I don't think much of wasting all our youth waiting—— Two-three years in engineering school, and maybe going to war, and starting in on an engineering job, and me lonely as a turkey in a chicken yard, and you doing the faithful young lady in Brooklyn—— I think perhaps we might get married tomorrow and——"
"Good heavens, what do you——?"
"Do you want to go back to Brooklyn Gilsonses?"
"No, but——"
"Dear, can't we be crazy once, while we're youngsters?"
"Don't bombard me so! Let me think. One must be practical, even in craziness."