Three Speeds Forward/Chapter 7
VII
CASHING IN
VII
CASHING IN
EORGE MARSDEN!"
There was a staggering pause. "Mr. Marsden," said papa, when he had somehow got his breath, "I'm an old fellow, and I dare say I'm pretty pigheaded, but I'm not too old and too pigheaded to admit having made a mistake. You and I have got to be friends, and there's my hand on it!"
We all gave him our hands on it, and I added a little squeeze extra. Then he asked was he to run the car into the barn, and papa said Yes, and would I show him the way. And—and—wasn't it foolish of him to risk everything by kissing me in the dark!—just when he had made such headway, and broken into society! I was awfully cross about it, and made a great favor of forgiving him. But he said he really couldn't help it, and so I let him off with a dreadful warning—while he held my hand, and listened like an angel, only interrupting to say he loved me, and that it was the happiest night of his life. And then I asked him was it truly? And he seemed to think the proper answer was to kiss me again—which perhaps it was.
