ooly, mindful of the Esmeralda's strictures on that deserving but incompetent class.
"I dare say not; but they're on the stage, so fellows can marry them. And I can marry you if you're going on the stage. Don't you see?" said Ronald eagerly.
"Yes," said Pollyooly gravely.
"You're sure you don't mind?" said Ronald a little anxiously.
"No; I should like it," said Pollyooly with her angel smile.
"Then we might as well be regularly engaged."
"All right," said Pollyooly in a pleased tone.
"But, of course, we won't get married till you've been on the stage for a bit—just to make it quite right," he said with a thoughtful caution.
"But I've been on the stage," said Pollyooly.
"Yes; of course you have. But we shan't be able to get married for a good many years; and I think you'd better go on it a bit more before we get married. It mightn't count properly, your being so young."
"All right. I should like it," said Pollyooly.
