Only when he could loosen her arms from his neck did he find her ear again, then he poured into it the rest of the story.
"But, oh, Jack!--wouldn't it be lovely if it were true,--and just think of all the things we could do." "Yes,--but it Isn't true." "But just suppose it WAS, Jack! You would have a horse of your own and we'd build the dearest little home and--" "But it never can be true, blessed,--not out of the Cumberland property--" protested Jack.
"But, Jack! Can't we SUPPOSE?
Why, supposing is the best fun in the world.

I used to suppose all sorts of things when I was a little girl.
Some of them came true, and some of them didn't, but I had just as much fun as if they HAD all come true." "Did you ever suppose ME ?" asked Jack.

He knew she never had,--he wasn't worth it;--but what difference did it make what they talked about! "Yes,--a thousand times.

I always knew, my blessed, that there was somebody like you in the world somewhere,--and when the girls would break out and say ugly things of men,--all men,--I just knew they were not true of everybody.

I knew that you would come--and that I should always look for you until I found you! And now tell me! Did you suppose about me, too, you darling Jack ?" "No,--never.