"I can't give you a receipt now, because everybody is looking." "Do you mean that you had an idea of kissing me?" she gasped. "Yep." "You reckless devil! Do you think that a plutocrat can kiss every poor goil in the shop?" "You're the only one here." "Well, then, do you think you'll take advantage of my womanly helplessness?" "Yes." "Never! Overalls is royal raiment when wore for voitue's sake. You'll never kiss me till you put a wedding-ring on me finger." He looked away, sobered and troubled. She stared at him. "Good Heavens! Can't you take a hint?" "Not that one." "Then I insist on your marrying me. You have compromised me hopelessly. Everybody says I am working here just to be near you, and that's a fact." He was a caricature of mental and physical awkwardness. She gasped: "And still he doesn't answer me! Must I get on my knees to you?" She dropped on her knees, a blue denim angel on a cloud, praying higher. He stormed: "For Heaven's sake, get up! Somebody will see you." She did not budge. "I'll not rise from my knees till you promise to marry me." He started to escape, moved toward the steps. She seized his knees and moaned: "Oh, pity me! pity me!" He was excruciated with her burlesque, tried to drag her to her feet, but he had only one hand and he could not manage her. "Please get up. I can't make you. I've only one arm." "Let's see if it fits." She rose and, holding his helpless hand, whirled round into his arm. "Perfect!" Then she stood there and called from her eyrie to the sea-gulls that haunted the river, "In the presence of witnesses this man has taken me for his affianced fiancée." * * * * * They had a wedding in the village church. Abbie was matron of honor and gave her sister away. Her children were very dressed up and highly uncomfortable. Abbie drew Mamise aside after the signing of the book. "Oh, thank Gawd you're marrit at last, Mamise! You've been such a worrit to me. I hope you'll be as happy as poor Jake and me was. If he only hadn't 'a' had to gave his life for you, you wouldn't 'a' been. But he's watchin' you from up there and-- Oh dear! Oh dear!" Jake was already a tradition of increasing beauty. So may we all of us be! Mamise insisted on dragging Davidge away from the shipyard for a brief honeymoon. "You're such a great executive, they'll never miss you. But I shall. I decline to take my honeymoon or live my married life alone." They went up to Washington for a while of shopping. The city was already reverting to type. The heart had gone out of the stay-at-home war-workers and the tide was on the ebb save for a new population of returned soldiers, innumerably marked with the proofs of sacrifice, not only by their service chevrons, their wound stripes, but also by the parts of their brave bodies that they had left in France.