"Yes," he said, and then brethed out a sigh he didn't know he was holding in when she said she would be his wife. "Then I shall insist you call me Donald," he said as a big ol' grin stretched his mouth wide. He was happy. "I will have to ask your father for his permission, of course, but I wanted you to be keen on the idea first." He respected her opinion and wanted it to be her choice first, not her father's. He pulled out a box with a ring he had been holding onto. It had been his mother's ring and she gave it to him for the next woman he might marry.