The kitchen was packed full of jars of preserves and bottled delights and there were books everywhere. It reminded Ivy of her own place, only the cott...ge was a little bit bigger. Although Richard hadn’t been dominating her thoughts for much of the preceding weeks Ivy had been thinking about him all day. She hadn’t seen Richard for over a month. She’d regretted storming out that day, she was too hot headed, she should have let him finish what he was going to say. It would have been more. I got up, thanked Ned and Penelope for the dinner and gift and looked at Alice. She said she should be going too. We said goodnight and were barely down the steps when she jumped into my arms, causing the two gift boxes to fly out of my hand."Sammy, I've missed you so much, everything has changed. I'm so sorry about the way I treated you. Can you forgive me?" Her kisses prevented me from answering. I held her and kissed her back. The porch light at the top of the steps went out, causing us to. .. I don't know why I"m so nervous!" said Harry indignantly."That's the spirit. Here, I'll put them on you." Tina picked up both rings and instructed Harry to spread his fingers. She paused for a second to look into Harry's nervous eyes. She saw a bead of perspiration trickle down his forehead. Then, in one quick and fluid movement she slipped both rings on his fingers simultaneously.They waited.Nothing happened.Then, suddenly, Tina remembered something important."Wait! Take them off, Harry!". Wilson. She felt herself starting to cry, then bit it back, hearing someone calling through the door. "Mr. Wilson" she heard, and brightened, recognizing Dennis's voice. As Dennis walked in, Margaret stood up, loving how she was towering over Dennis. He looked so small to her now. "Now, Dennis Mitchell" she said, in her accustomed manner, "You have to treat me with respect" Dennis stopped, seeing what looked like Mr. Wilson, standing in a ridiculous pose, arms on his hips, and he couldn't help.