And if you think those things are worth while, I'll marry you.

But--I'm not in love with you." "You will be--I'm sure it's catching," he declared with the gay, buoyant confidence which was one of his most endearing qualities.
Sara smiled a little wistfully.
"I wish it were," she said.

"But please be serious, Tim dear--" "How can I be ?" he interrupted joyfully.

"When the woman I love tells me that she'll marry me, do you suppose I'm going to pull a long face about it ?" He caught her in his arms and kissed her with all the impetuous fervour of his two-and-twenty years.

At the touch of his warm young lips, her own lips whitened.