"You are big enough to fill it for me," he told her gallantly.
"I don't want to be married for a long time, Neale."
"What do you mean by 'a long time.'"
"Months and months."
"Why delay?"
"Oh, one's girlhood is so short. And married life is so long."
It was a poignant note. But his egotism glanced away from it as an arrow from an iron shield.
"I shall make you happy, Sally. We'll travel everywhere. See everything. And there won't be a wish of your heart that I shall be unwilling to grant."
What did he know of the wishes of her heart? What did he know of the Sally who would have shared a crust with the man she loved?
Well, he should never know. Her head went up, and she gave him a gay little glance. "I walked in a forest, and the Wolf ate me up. But he is a nice Wolf."
Neale was smiling. "So that was what you meant."
Sally was truthful! "Well, it was part of what I meant," she told him, and went to join her mother.
