Take the hook out of my
mouth and don't make me flop. How did I know you didn't love him? Why,
the prettiest girl I ever saw loved a--a scarecrow. And I wouldn't harm
a scarecrow that you loved. I may be a scarecrow myself--I feel like
one, and I know I must act like one, but I love you and I want you to be
my wife."
And now she was all of a flutter. "Oh, you love me? Do you--do you?" She
clasped her hands and he took them and drew her toward him.
"Do I? Why, I love you till I haven't got any sense. Didn't you see me
out there in the rain yesterday?" She shook her head, looking down,
hiding her eyes from him. "Didn't you see me there? I didn't have sense
enough to come in."
She snatched away her hands and stood looking at him. "Would you live a
lie, like the man that married your aunt? Would you?"
"Oh, he was a sport."
"A 'sport!'" she gasped. "What's that?"
"A fool that thinks he's got a sure thing when he hasn't. A man who
might risk his home on the turn of a card. I'm not that sort of a
fellow. I never loved any girl but you, and I never can love any other.
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