Well, we are together now, aren't we?
And when I'm twenty-one, we'll move into a big, big house, and ask people to dances and dinners and things.

In the meantime----" she pauses and glances leisurely around her.

The glance is very comprehensive.
"To-morrow," says she with decision, "I shall settle this room!" The professor's breath fails him.

He grows pale.

To "settle" his room! "Perpetua!" exclaims he, almost inarticulately, "you don't understand." "I do indeed," returns she brightly.