“But–But–how about–I mean, what about–I mean how about–?”
“Make up your mind what you do mean.”
“The other fellow!” gasped George.
A musical laugh was wafted to him over the wire.
“What about him?”
“Well, what about him?” said George.
“Isn’t a girl allowed to change her mind?” said Maud.
George yelped excitedly. Maud gave a cry.
“Don’t sing!” she said. “You nearly made me deaf.”
“Have you changed your mind?”
“Certainly I have!”
“And you really think–You really want–I mean, you really want–You really think–”
“Don’t be so incoherent!”
“Maud!”
“Well?”
“Will you marry me?”
“Of course I will.”
“Gosh!”
“What did you say?”
“I said Gosh! And listen to me, when I say Gosh, I mean Gosh! Where are you? I must see you. Where can we meet? I want to see you! For Heaven’s sake, tell me where you are. I want to see you! Where are you? Where are you?”
“I’m downstairs.”
“Where? Here at the ‘Carlton’?”
“Here at the ‘Carlton’!”
“Alone?”
“Quite alone.”
“You won’t be long!” said George.
He hung up the receiver, and bounded across the room to where his coat hung over the back of a chair. The edge of the steamer-trunk caught his shin.
“Well,” said George to the steamer-trunk, “and what are you butting in for? Who wants you, I should like to know!”
The End