“You have to if you feel it.”
Slowly the big brown eyes came up to meet his bravely. “Yes, Bucky.”
He caught her hands and looked down into her pure, sweet soul.
“I’m in luck,” he breathed deeply. “In golden luck to have you look at me twice. Are you sure?”
“Sure. I loved you that first day I met you. I’ve loved you every day since,” she confessed simply.
Full on the lips he kissed her.
“Then we’ll be married as soon as we reach the Rocking Chair.”
“But you once said you didn’t want to be my husband,” she taunted sweetly. “Don’t you remember? In the days when we were gipsies.”
“I’ve changed my mind. I want to, and I’m in a hurry.”
She shook her head. “No, dear. We shall have to wait. It wouldn’t be fair to my mother to lose me just as soon as she finds me. It is her right to get acquainted with me just as if I belonged to her alone. You understand what I mean, Bucky. She must not feel as if she never had found me, as if she never had been first with me. We can love each other more simply if she doesn’t know about you. We’ll have it for a secret for a month or two.”