“Tell me what you plan for our future, Bertram, for I am afraid!” she whispered at length.
“It’s got to be a wait—that’s the risk you take with a comer. I’ll go on twice as fast 237 for you. What do you want—shall we tell about it, girlikins?”
“As you wish, Bertram.”
“I guess we’d better not, then—not until the old Judge gets his back down. Let’s have it just between me and my little girl.
“Say!” he added, the sentiment blowing out of his tone, “what was the matter, anyhow, that night on the restaurant balcony? Why did you turn me down then, and what made you so sore? I’ve never quite got to your thoughts, you know. But I’m going to!” He drew her closer. “Every one of them!”
She dropped her face on his shoulder.
“Ah, we’ve so many things to talk about, Bertram, and there’s so much time! I’ve been a girl that didn’t know her mind. Shan’t we let that rest now? Shan’t we be contented with what to-day has brought you and me?”
A film clouded his face.
“Yes—if you want it that way.”
“Hoo-ooo-ooo!” Clear and high, but quavering, a masculine voice was calling across the ridge. Eleanor sprang up.