"I--I'm s-s-sorry, Jerry. I'll n-n-never do it again. You ain't mad at
m-m-me any m-m-more, are you, Jerry?"
"No, I ain't mad at you," Jerry assured her.
"Then will you m-m-marry me when we are g-g-grown up, Jerry?"
Jerry flushed uncomfortably at that and felt that Celia Jane was taking
an unfair advantage of him, so he did not answer.
"W-w-will you, J-J-Jerry?" Celia Jane besought him.
"No," said Jerry at length.
"Why w-w-won't you?"
Jerry felt himself flushing still more hotly from head to foot, partly
at the smile he saw his father and mother exchange and partly at Celia
Jane's importunity.
"Because," he said.
"I'll g-g-give you my silver ring if you will, Jerry."
"No," said Jerry more firmly.
"Why won't you, J-J-Jerry?"
"Yes, Gary," interposed his father with a dancing, twinkling light in
his eyes, "why can't you promise it to oblige the lady?"
"'Cause," Jerry informed him gravely, "when I grow up I'm goin' to marry
Kathleen."
Jerry was somewhat dumfounded at the burst of laughter which followed
his announcement.
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