Suddenly she jumped up onto a tub to be higher than he, embraced him so that both her slender bare arms clasped him above his neck, and, tossing back her hair, kissed him full on the lips.

Then she slipped down among the flowerpots on the other side of the tubs and stood, hanging her head.

"Natasha," he said, "you know that I love you, but..." "You are in love with me?" Natasha broke in.

"Yes, I am, but please don't let us do like that....

In another four years... then I will ask for your hand.