"How about having him for a brother-in-law, Nellie?"
At this suggestion Nellie's face grew crimson.
"Tom Rover, you're the limit!"
"Well, how about it?" he persisted.
"You mean if Sam should marry Grace?" she asked archly.
"Not much—although that may happen too. I mean if you should condescend to marry such a harum-scarum chap like me."
"Oh, Tom!" And now Nellie hid her face.
"Maybe you don't like me, Nellie."
"Why, Tom!"
"You know how much I like you. It's been that way ever since we met on the Cedarville steamer. I know I'm pretty young to talk this way, but"
"You'll get older, eh?"
"Yes, and I don't want any other fellow to come around—when I'm away."
"How about some other girl coming around when I'm away?"
"There can't be any other girl, Nellie."
"Are you sure?" And now Nellie looked quite in earnest.
"Yes, I'm sure."
"Well then—" her voice sank very low. "There can't be any other fellow! There!"
