Her heart was
light within her and she was ready for anything in the way of
fun, for the doctor had just pronounced her patient out of danger
if he took proper care of himself.
"About as fur as I got with y'u, ma'am," he audaciously retorted.
"We might disagree as to how far that is," she flung back gayly
with heightened color.
"No, ma'am, I don't think we would."
"But, gracious! You're not a Mormon. You don't want us both, do
you?" she demanded, her eyes sparkling with the exhilaration of
the tilt.
"Could I get either one of y'u, do y'u reckon? That's what's
worrying me."
"I see, and so you intend to keep us both on the string."
His joyous laughter echoed hers. "I expaict y'u would call that
presumption or some other dictionary word, wouldn't y'u?"
"In anybody else perhaps, but surely not in Mr. McWilliams."
"I'm awful glad to be trotting in a class by myself."
"And you'll let us know when you have made your mind up which of
us it is to be?"
"Well, mine ain't the only mind that has to be made up," he
drawled.
She took this up gleefully. "I can't answer for Nora, but I'll
jump at the chance-- if you decide to give it to me."
He laughed delightedly into the hat he was momentarily expecting
to put on.
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