“No,” said Jill thoughtfully. “I think you’ll make a good husband. I mean, suppose we ever want the piano moved or something — Wally!” she broke off suddenly.
“You have our ear.”
“Come out on the roof,” said Jill. “I want to show you something funny.”
Wally followed her out. They stood at the parapet together, looking down.
“There!” said Jill, pointing.
Wally looked puzzled.
“I see many things, but which is the funny one?”
“Why, all those people. Over there—and there—and there. Scuttering about and thinking they know everything there is to know, and not one of them has the least idea that I am the happiest girl on earth!”
“Or that I’m the happiest man! Their ignorance is—what is the word I want? Abysmal. They don’t know what it’s like to stand beside you and see that little dimple in your chin. — They don’t know you’ve got a little dimple in your chin. — They don’t know. — They don’t know — Why, I don’t suppose a single one of them even knows that I’m just going to kiss you!”
“Those girls in that window over there do,” said Jill. “They are watching us like hawks.”
“Let ’em!” said Wally briefly.
THE END