"Darling, has anything happened?"
"No—not exactly; that is—O Al! they won't believe me!"
"They! who?"
"Not one single one of them. Not mother, even mother! I thought she would—but she doesn't."
"Does not what?"
"She does not believe," said Margaret, trying to steady her voice, "that when you asked me to marry you, and I said I would, that I did not know you were rich. I told her, but she won't believe me."
"Well," said Mr. Smith, quietly, though with a little flush on his face; "it's very natural. I don't blame her."
"Al!" cried Margaret, seizing both his hands; "O Al, you don't—you do—you believe me, don't you, Al? don't you?"