I meant them feelings all right.
Outside of the spelling, did you have any objections to them,
"How can I remember what you wrote in that letter several days
ago?"
"I'll bet you know it by heart, honey, and, if you don't, you'll
find it in your inside vest pocket, tucked away right close to
your heart."
"It isn't," she denied, with a blush.
"Sho! Pinned to your shirt then, little pardner. I ain't
particular which. Point is, if you need to refresh that ailin'
memory of yours, the document is--right handy. But you don't need
to. It just says one little sentence over and over again. All you
have got to do is to say one little word, and you don't have to
say it but once."
"I don't understand you," her lips voiced.
"You understand me all right. What my letter said was 'I love
you,' and what you have got to say is: 'Yes'"
"But that doesn't mean anything."
"I'll make out the meaning when you say it."
"Do I have to say it?"
"You have to if you feel it."
Slowly the big brown eyes came up to meet his bravely. "Yes,
Bucky."
He caught her hands and looked down into her pure, sweet soul.
Pages:
325
326
327
328
329
330
331
332
333
334
335
336
337
338
339
340
341
342
343
344
345
346
347
348
349