And the poor young ass did.
It was down along the path through the Haskell meadow,—the “short cut” from Matthews Court to Windsor Street. It was by accident he encountered the girl but he stopped her.
“Marry you! Marry you!” she choked. “I think you’re raving crazy. I’m not old enough to marry anybody. Besides, I’m mad at you, anyhow!”
“What for, Bernie?”
“You broke your promise! You tattled about me going into the water.”
“I did not!”
“You did!”
“You can’t prove it!”
“Well, somebody did and it might as well been you! Besides, last night I dreamed you did—and that settles it.”
“But I can’t help what you dream!”