12-04-2021, 01:27 PM
"Oh, Bert..." she said with a sigh, "I was hopin' ye'd say that... That ye feel fer me the same as I feel fer ye." Her eyes searched his then and she gave an almost, shy smile. How she longed to trace her finger over his mustache. "Are ye askin' me ta let ye court me then? Is that what ye wish, me darlin' man? I like ye just as ye are!" She couldn't help but to brush her fingertips over his lapel.
She felt as if she were floating in mid air, and he was holding onto the string that kept her from floating into the clouds. "I think ye're a fine man," she said softly, "and it would be me honor ta stand next to ye."
She felt as if she were floating in mid air, and he was holding onto the string that kept her from floating into the clouds. "I think ye're a fine man," she said softly, "and it would be me honor ta stand next to ye."