'About like that,' she answered, laughing, 'and then he ought to say something very, very, nice to her before he proposes - something about his having loved her for so long - you know.'
'And how about her?' I asked, my arm still about her waist.
'If she really loves him,' Hope answered, 'she would put her arms about his neck and lay her head upon his shoulder, so; and then he might say what is in the story.' She was smiling now as she looked up at me.
'And kiss her,' she whispered; and, let me add, that part of the scene was in nowise neglected.
'And when he says: "will you wait for me and keep me always in your heart?" what should be her answer,' I continued.
'Hope, this is our own story,' I whispered. 'Does it need any further correction?'
'It's too short - that's all,' she answered, as our lips met again.
Just then Uncle Eb opened the door, suddenly.