"Now I
hope you know better. _Don't you dare get up, Billy Woods!_"
But I think nothing short of brute force could have kept Mr. Woods
from her.
"Peggy," he babbled--"ah, forgive me if I'm a presumptuous ass--but
was it because you knew I couldn't ask you to marry me so long as you
had the money?"
She dallied with her bliss. Margaret was on the other side of the
table.
"Why--why, of course it wasn't!" she panted. "What nonsense!"
"Look at me, Peggy!"
"I don't want to! You look like a fright with your head all tied up."
"Peggy ... this exercise is bad for an invalid."
"I--oh, please sit down! _Please_, Billy! It is bad for you."
"Not until you tell me----"
"But I _don't!_... Oh, you make me _awfully_ tired."
"Peggy, don't you dare stamp your foot at me!... Peggy!"
"_Please_ sit down! Now ... well, there's my hand, stupid, if you
_will_ be silly. Now sit down here--so, with your head leaned back on
this nice little cushion because it's good for your poor head--and
I'll sit on this nice little footstool and be quite, quite honest. No,
you must lean back--I don't care if you can't see me, I'd much rather
you couldn't.
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