"You kissed me. I thought we had agreed, Peter, you were not to come in the daytime any more."
"Oh, is that it?" Peter patted her shoulder, cheerfully. "Don't worry; I have just removed any reason why I shouldn't come any time I want to."
Cissie looked at him, her dark eyes large in the gloom.
"What have you done?"
"Got a preacher to marry us; on my way now for a license. Dropped in to ask if you 'll be ready by tomorrow or next day."
The girl gasped.
"But, Peter—"
Peter drew a chair beside her in a serious argumentative mood.
"Yes I think we ought to get married at once. No reason why we shouldn't get it over with—Why, what's the matter?"
"So soon after your mother's death, Peter?"