Fox laughed. "I believe I did," he answered, "on a certain occasion. I believe I am, although I can't say exactly when it will be."
"I think, Fox," said Sally, turning to him and speaking with emphasis, "that we are old enough friends for you to—you might tell me who the girl is. I should like to congratulate her."
"You shall know, Sally, I promise you. I wouldn't even get engaged without your knowledge."
"Oh," said Sally then, brightening unconsciously, "then she hasn't given her answer yet?"
Fox had hard work to keep from laughing, but he did.
"Not yet," he said.
"It seems to me she takes her time about it," Sally observed.
"Should she give me her answer before she is asked?"
"Oh!" Sally cried. "So you haven't even asked her! Well, I think you're a slow poke."
"Do you?" Fox said slowly. "Do you? Well, perhaps I am. Perhaps I am. It had not occurred to me. I'll think it over."