"Well, Madge?"
His answer seemed less barren as she thought it over; there had been just enough emphasis on the last word to put the next step up to her. The moment had come. She drew a deep breath.
"The answer," she said, "is in the affirmative."
The next thing Madge was aware of was Harry paddling with all his might for the shore.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Going to get out of this confounded thing," he replied.
When they reached the dock he got out, helped her out and tied the canoe with great care. Then he gathered her to him and kissed her several times with great firmness and precision.
"You really are quite a nice young woman," he remarked; "even if you did propose to me."
"Harold Wimbourne! I never!"
"You said, 'Well, Harry.' I should like to know what that is if it isn't a proposal."