Don't you remember that evening last spring when I went a piece with Miss Reade and told you when I came back that a story was growing?
I guessed it from the way the Awkward Man looked at her when I stopped to speak to him over his garden fence." "But--the Awkward Man!" said Felicity helplessly.

"It doesn't seem possible.

Did Miss Reade tell you HERSELF ?" "Yes." "I suppose it must be true then.

But how did it ever come about?
He's SO shy and awkward.

How did he ever manage to get up enough spunk to ask her to marry him ?" "Maybe she asked him," suggested Dan.
The Story Girl looked as if she might tell if she would.
"I believe that WAS the way of it," I said, to draw her on.
"Not exactly," she said reluctantly.