She slipped her arms about his neck.
"Thank you, love," she answered.

And in a moment or two she murmured, "Have them again in the Fall if you like." "No," said Joe.

"Once was enough." "Now," she asked herself the next day, "let's try to see what all this means." She was almost speaking aloud.

She was growing so accustomed to these sociable little chats with herself.

"It means that I am getting on.