"No."
"Then it's sweethearting you are?"
He looked her full in the face. "Yes," he answered, "that's it. I'm sweethearting."
There was a chorus of good-humoured laughter at this. They thought he was joking, all but the girl: she knew better, but she did not mean to spare him.
"'YOU MUST GO AWAY FROM HERE,' SHE SAID."
"Then you must go away from here," she said. "We won't ask her name; but, like as not, she'd prefer that you should spend your time with her. When you're married and want to get away from her nagging, you may come back."
The men laughed, they thought it was a good joke.
"Shan't I give you the song?" Bob asked, humbly.
"No, thank you," the girl answered. "Steve is going to sing with me."