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Don't you?"
Still she did not move or speak.
"Is the only reason you won't be engaged to me you think I'm too
young, Lucy?"
"It's--it's reason enough," she said faintly.
At that he caught one of her hands, and she turned to him: there were
tears in her eyes, tears which he did not understand at all.
"Lucy, you little dear!" he cried. "I knew you--"
"No, no!" she said, and she pushed him away, withdrawing her hand.
"George, let's not talk of solemn things."
"Solemn things!' Like what?"
"Like--being engaged."
But George had become altogether jubilant, and he laughed
triumphantly. "Good gracious, that isn't solemn!"
"It is, too!" she said, wiping her eyes. "It's too solemn for us."
"No, it isn't! I--"
"Let's sit down and be sensible, dear," she said. "You sit over
there--"
"I will if you'll call me, 'dear' again."
"No," she said. "I'll only call you that once again this summer--the
night before you go away."
"That will have to do, then," he laughed, "so long as I know we're
engaged.


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