Aunt Mary regarded her sternly.

"Granite," she said, "I ain’t a-intendin’ to be unreasonable, but I must
ask you jus’ one simple question. You kissed him, for I saw you; an’ will
you kindly tell me why, in heaven’s name, you ain’t willin’ to marry any
man that you’re willin’ to kiss?"

"There’s such a difference," wailed the maid.

"I don’t see it," said her mistress, shaking her head. "I don’t see it at
all. Of course I never for a minute thought of doin’ either myself, but if
I had thought of doin’ either, I’d had sense enough to have seen that I’d
have to make up my mind to do both. I’m a great believer in never doin’
things by halves. It don’t pay. Never—nohow."

Janice was biting her lips.

"But I don’t want to marry!" she repeated obstinately.

"Then you shouldn’t have let him kiss you. You’ve got him all started to
lovin’ you and if he’s stopped too quick no one can tell what may happen.
I want him to settle down, but I want him to settle down because he’s
happy an’ not because he’s shattered. He says he’s willin’ to marry you
an’ I don’t see any good reason why not."

Janice’s mouth continued to look rebellious.

"Go and get him," said Aunt Mary. "I can see that this thing has got to be
settled pleasantly right off, or we shan’t none of us have any appetite