Suddenly she leaned towards him, looking him full and straight in the eyes.
"What would you do if I said 'Yes' ?" she questioned, in a small, tense whisper.
He looked back at her, half-interested, half amused.

"Do, urchin?
Why, marry you!" he said.
"Really marry me ?" she urged.

"Not make-believe ?" He stiffened at that.

"Do you know what you're saying ?" he demanded, sternly.
She sprang to her feet with a wild, startled movement; then, as he remained seated, paused, looking down at him sideways, half-doubtful, half-confiding.

"But you can't be in earnest!" she said.
"I am in earnest." He raised his face to her with a certain doggedness, as though challenging her to detect in it aught but honesty.