Then he asked her again, "Will you marry me now ?" She looked suddenly up: "Let's wait awhile, please! It won't be long--I'm in love with you, Allan, I'm sure of that now! And I'm not drawing back, I'm not afraid! Oh, I want you to feel I'm not running away! What I want to do is to face this square! It may be silly and foolish but--you see, I'm made like that.

I want a little longer--I want to think it out by myself." * * * * * When Allan had gone she came in to her father.

And her radiant expression made him bounce up from his chair.
"By George," he cried, "he asked you!" "Yes!" "And you've taken him!" "No!" Roger gasped.
"Look here!" he demanded, angrily.

"What's the matter?
Are you mad ?" She threw back her head and laughed at him.
"No, I'm not--I'm happy!" "What the devil about ?" he snapped.
"We're going to wait a bit, that's all, till we're sure of everything!" she cried.
"Then," said Roger disgustedly, "you're smarter than your father is.

I'm sure of nothing--nothing! I have never been sure in all my days! If I'd waited, you'd never have been born!" "Oh, dearie," she begged him smilingly.