Do you think you will?
If you really think so--perhaps in June--" She watched him as he pressed her hands together and kissed them; laughed a little, shyly, as she suddenly divined a new tenderness and respect in his eyes--something matching the vague exaltation of her own romantic dreams.
"I will wait all my life if you wish it," he said.
"Do you mean it ?" "You know I do, now." She considered him, smiling.

"If you truly do feel that way--perhaps--perhaps it might really be in June--or in July--" "You _said_ June." "Listen to the decree of the great god Kelly! He says it must be in June, and he shakes his thunderbolts and frowns." "June! Say so, Valerie," "_You_ have said so." "But there's no use in _my_ saying so if--" "Oh, dear!" she exclaimed, "the great god totters on his pedestal and the oracle falters and I see the mere man looking very humbly around the corner of the shrine at me, whispering, 'June, if you please, dear lady!'" "Yes," he said, "that's what you see and hear.

Now answer me, dear." "And what am I to say ?" "June, please." "June--please," she repeated, demurely.
"You darling!...

What day ?" "Oh, that's too early to decide--" "Please, dear!" "No; I don't want to decide--" "Dearest!" "What ?" "Won't you answer me ?" "If you make me answer now, I'll be tempted to fix the first of April." "All right, fix it." "It's All Fool's day, you know," she threatened.

"Probably it is peculiarly suitable for us....