But I don't mind staying
alive if you'll keep on loving me. If I stay alive, will you marry
me, Leetchy?"
"If you don't, I can't m-m-marry any-anybody at all!" wailed Alicia.
"Amen!" said the doctor. "Now stop crying, and put your hand into my
pocket, and you'll find something that's been owing you this long
time, Leetchy."
Alicia blinked, and rubbed her eyes, then slipped her hand into his
breast pocket and drew forth a small, square, satin-lined box; an
inviting box.
"Richard!" she exclaimed, "why, Richard!" Then: "Of all the
impudence!" cried Alicia, scandalized. "Why, you haven't even
_asked_ me! Whoever in this world heard of buying a girl's ring
before she's said 'Yes'?"
"Alicia," said Doctor Richard Geddes, "I'm your Man, and you know
it. And you're my Girl, and I know it. Here, let's see if this thing
fits."
Meekly Alicia, the impudent, the flirt, held out her slim hand.
"That's settled, thank God!" said the doctor. And he swept her
clear off her feet, and kissed her with thoroughness and enthusiasm.
"Richard! People are coming! They'll see you!"
"Let 'em!"
I sat there quietly, and stared at the two of them with a sort of
vacant watchfulness.
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