He was watching her with a smile, partly of amusement, partly of something else.
"Dear Constance, haven't you had enough of play, are you never going to grow up?
You are such a kid!" She turned back to the mountain.
"I haven't known you long enough," she threw over her shoulder.
"Six years!" "One week and two days." "Through three incarnations." She laughed a delicious rippling laugh of surrender, and slipped her hand into his.
"You don't deserve it, Jerry, after the fib you told your sister, but I think--on the whole--I will." Neither noticed that Mr.Wilder had stepped out from the house and was strolling down the cypress alley in their direction.

He rounded the corner in front of the parapet, and as his eye fell upon them, came to a startled halt.

The young man failed to let go of her hand, and Constance glanced at her father with an apprehensive blush.
"Here's--Tony, Dad.

He's out of jail." "I see he is." She slipped down from the wall and brought Jerry with her.
"We'd like your parental blessing, please.

I'm going to marry him, but don't look so worried.