“Some right strange things happen while a person is alive, Peggy.”
“And I don't really know anything at all about you except that you say your name is Larry Neill. Maybe you are married already.”
She paused, startled at the impossible thought.
“It must have happened before I can remember, then,” he laughed.
“Or engaged. Very likely you have been engaged a dozen times. Southern people do, they say.”
“Then I'm an exception.”
“And me—you don't know anything about me.”
“A fellow has to take some risk or quit living,” he told her gaily.
“When you think of my temper doesn't it make you afraid?”
“The samples I've had were surely right exhilarating,” he conceded. “I'm expecting enough difference of opinion to keep life interesting.”