'Everything that is worth having, is worth waiting for,' said Hazel composedly. 'You have enough of me now to criticizethat ought to content you.'
'Does it content you?'
Hazel started up, and went to him, just touching each arm with one of her little hands.
'Olaf,'she said, 'will you please to sit downand hush? You know what you promised when I should say that again'
He took her in his arms and kissed her very fondly, and laughed a little; but holding her yet, became serious again.
'I am bound!' he said. 'But the nature of the case obliges me to premise a question or two. Am I not to speak on this subject again till you bid me?'
'No. Yes. That is preposterous. What is your next question?'
'How long must I wait first?'
'Just as long as you can.'
'Till to-morrow, then. Think of it, Hazel.'