"Did I object?" And she smiled just a little—a smile that set his heart bounding.
"Then you'll consent?" he asked eagerly. "Will you? Say yes, won't you?" And now he had hold of both of her hands and was looking her full in the eyes. "I want you so much, Dora,—I've wanted you ever since I first met you on that little steamboat, on the way to Putnam Hall."
"Oh, Dick, what an idea! Why, you hardly knew me then!"
"Never mind, I knew you well enough."
"What a long time ago that was," murmured the girl. She was still gazing fully into his eyes.
"Yes, it was a long time ago, and yet, somehow, it seems an awfully short time, too. But, Dora, you haven't said yes yet. Won't you please say yes?" he pleaded, in a lower voice, as Tom and the others started to rejoin them.
"Yes," she murmured, her face becoming a rosy red. "Yes. Any time you say, Dick, if mamma is willing."
"You dear, dear girl!" he cried softly. "Oh, I just wish I had you all to myself for a moment!" And he gave her a look that spoke volumes.
"Well, we've got to get back, that is all there is to it," came from Sam loudly. He could not help but notice how confidential Dick and Dora were becoming.
