human
Ward Warren, you're a perfectly awful hookin'-cough man! There. Now that's going to be the very last one-- Oh, Ward, it isn't! She knelt and curved an arm around his face and kissed him again and yet again.
gpt
I do love you, Ward. I've been a weak-kneed, horrid thing, and I'm ashamed to the middle of my bones. You're my own brave buckaroo always--always! You've done what no other man would do, and you don't whine about it; and I've been weak and--horrid; and I'll have to love you about a million years before I can quit feeling ashamed.
human
Are you through being pals, Wilhemina?
gpt
No, I'm just beginning. Just beginning right. I'm your pal for keeps. But--
human
I love you for keeps, lady mine. Ward stifled another cough.
gpt
When are you going to--marry me?
human
Oh, when you get over the hookin'-cough, I s'pose.
gpt
Now it's up to you to show me whether you are in any hurry at all to get well, she said.
human
Keep your hands under the covers while I make some tea. That fever of yours has got to be stopped immediately--to once.