How often had I envied the girls their privilege of keeping quiet and being made love to.

How often had I sighed to be one of the sex who is popped to and does not have to pop.
And now, this lovely, brilliant creature who sat beside me, having been once married, and seeing my natural timidity, "knew how it was herself," and took on her own fair hands all the responsibility.
"Mr.Flutter," said she, "I know just how you feel--you want to ask me to marry you, but you are too bashful.

Have I guessed right ?" I pressed her hand in speechless assent.
"Yes, my dear boy, I knew it.

Well, this is leap-year, and I will not see you sacrificed to your own timidity.

I am yours, whenever you wish--to-morrow if you say so--yours forever.