To-morrow night we'll tell 'em, and then we'll quit sleeping for two months." "There's only one way out of it that I can see.

We might elope," she said laughingly, standing before him and rubbing the wrinkles from between his eyes.
Gradually his gray eyes fell until they looked into hers of brown.

A mutual thought sprang into the eyes of each like a flash of light plainly comprehensive.

He seized her hands, still staring into her eyes, and an exultant hope leaped to his lips, bursting forth in these words: "By George!" "Oh, we couldn't," she whispered, divining his thought.
"We can! By all that's good and holy, we'll elope!" Hugh's voice was quivering with enthusiasm, his face a picture of relief.
"Honestly, do you--do you think we could ?" The girl's eyes were wide with excitement, her cheeks burning.
"Can we?
What's to prevent?
Will you do it, Grace--will you ?" cried he.
"What will everybody say ?" "Let 'em say.

What do we care?
Won't it be the greatest lark that ever happened?
You're the smartest woman in the world for thinking of it." "But I wasn't in earnest," she protested.
"But you are now--we both are.