The conclusion is always the same. Bye,
dearest." Then, solemnly, to her mirror, she said, "Isn't he the
blessedest old thing that ever was? My, I am glad Prudence got married
so long ago, or he might have wanted her instead of me. I don't
suppose the mansers could possibly object to a complexion like mine. I
can get a certificate from father to prove it is genuine, if they don't
believe it."
Then she gave her full attention to tucking up tiny, straying curls
with invisible hair pins, and was quite startled when David called
suddenly:
"Hurry up, Carol, I am waiting for you."
"Oh, bless its heart, I forgot all about it. I am coming."
Gaily she ran down the stairs, parted the curtains into the living-room
and said:
"Why are you sitting in the dark, David? Headache, or just plain
sentimental? Where are you?"
"Over here," he said, in a curious, quiet voice.
She groped her way into the center of the room and clutched his arms.
"David," she said, laughing a little nervously, "here goes the last
gasp of my dear old Methodist fervor."
"Why, Carol--" he interrupted.
"Just a minute, honey. After this I am going to be settled and solemn
and when I feel perfectly glorious I'll just say, 'Very good, thank
you,' and--"
"But, Carol--"
"Yes, dear, just a second.
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