Don met her a little way from the office, and she fell into step at his side. "I was sort of worried about you last night," he said. "You looked tired." "I guess I was," she answered. "Don't you get a vacation before long?" She could have had her vacation a month ago, but there seemed to be no reason for taking it. She had not been able to think of any place to which she wished to go. Then she had forgotten about it. "I've decided to take it next month," she answered. She decided that much on the spot. "I suppose there's one due me, too," he said. "Blake said something about it a while ago. But I don't know what I'd do with a vacation if I took one." "I should think you had something very important to do with it," she answered quickly. "What do you mean?" "Take it for your wedding trip." The suggestion made him catch his breath. "Look here," he exclaimed. "That means getting married!" "Surely it does," she nodded. They had reached the little restaurant, and she hurried in. Without waiting for his assistance, she secured a cup of coffee and a sandwich for herself. Then she found a chair and sat down. She did not know how she was ever going to swallow anything, but she had to have something to do to occupy her hands. "You put that up to a man as if it were the easiest thing in the world," he observed, sitting in the next chair. "Well, it is, isn't it--once you've made up your mind?" "Looks to me as if it was one thing to make up your mind to get married some day, and another really to get married." "It's better to do it than to waste your time thinking about it," she declared. "When Farnsworth hands you that raise, believe me, he'll want you to have both feet on the ground." "Eh?" "He won't want you to be drifting in with only three hours' sleep, the way you did most of last winter. He has a lot more confidence in married men, anyhow." Don laughed. "That phrase makes a man feel ten years married." She had been trying hard to eat her lunch, but without much success. He noticed this. "What's the matter with you?" he inquired. "I don't happen to be hungry, that's all," she answered. "You didn't catch cold last night?" "No." "But look here--" "Oh, I'm all right," she answered. He went to the counter and returned with some doughnuts for himself and a piece of cake for her. "This looked so good I thought you might like it," he said, as he placed it on the arm of her chair. "It's so much easier to talk when eating. I want to hear more about this scheme of yours for marrying me off." "It isn't exactly my suggestion." "You proposed it a minute ago." "All I said was that if you mean to get married, you'd better do it right away and be done with it." "During my vacation?" She brought her lips together. "Yes." "Do you know, that rather appeals to me," he answered thoughtfully. She turned aside her head. "It's the only sensible thing," she assured him.