He did not answer for quite a while, then he seemed to go far away from the subject.
“It’s been nice for you at the Churchills.”
“Well—yes. Though I don’t want you to think I was pleased with the notice because they are rich.”
“I know that does not make any difference with you.”
“But then for that matter your father is rich, too. And there are only two children.”
“Yet I wish the home—was like yours.”
“With seven girls? You would have no comfort of your life if you were the only boy among them,” and Fan laughed merrily.
“I would not mind trying it. Or at least—”
“Be warned in time,” and Fan shook her fore-finger threateningly.
“I can’t,” he exclaimed, with a sudden vehemence in his tone. “Only—I’d be contented with one. Fanny, couldn’t you?—I mean—I love you!”