"There is every indication that I"ll be over myself before then, nursing or something. I"m not the kind to sit at home when there"s work to be done. But, Kearn----?"
"What, Billie?"
"I don"t mean to complain, for everyone has been wonderfully good to me since I was a wee bit of a thing, but do you suppose anyone was ever more buffeted about by Fate than I? Orphaned and thrown out upon the world at four, orphaned again last year, made an heiress, then an outcast, and finally reinstated again! I--I"m getting awfully tired of not really belonging to anyone!" She drew a deep breath. "Kearn, dear, do you suppose you could manage to marry me before you go to war?"
"You darling!" He hugged her close, pillows and all. "I didn"t dare ask you that now, but, oh, I wanted to! If I could feel that you really did belong to me, dear, I"d go with a far-lighter heart and surer courage to meet whatever comes, and with ten times the strength, too, for I should go to fight for my own!--And then, you are such a changeling, you know! I love Willa Murdaugh, but I have always loved Gentleman Geoff"s Billie since the day I met her coming from the Blue Chip, and I think that I love her best, after all! Gentleman Geoff"s Billie, _my_ Billie, will you be my wife, soon, _soon_?"
There was a pause, while a little breeze stirred the starry, perfume-laden branches about them, shimmering mistily in the moon"s haze. Then, far away, a night bird called eagerly, tenderly to its mate, and Willa lifted tired, happy arms and placed them about the head bent above her, drawing it down.
"I thought you were never, in all the world, going to ask me!" she sighed.