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"That's just the way I feel about you. It's really scandalous

that in less than a week--just a little more than half a week--we

should be engaged. We are engaged, aren't we?"

"Very much."

"Well, then--it sounds improper, but it isn't the least bit. It's

right. Isn't it?"

"It ce'tainly is."

"But you know I've always thought that people who got engaged so

soon are the same kind of people that correspond through

matrimonial papers. I didn't suppose it would ever happen to me."

"Some right strange things happen while a person is alive,

Peggy."

"And I don't really know anything at all about you except that

you say your name is Larry Neill. Maybe you are married already."

She paused, startled at the impossible thought.

"It must have happened before I can remember, then," he laughed.

"Or engaged. Very likely you have been engaged a dozen times.

Southern people do, they say."

"Then I'm an exception."

"And me--you don't know anything about me."