“Yes, that’s just it; circumstances, and who knows what circumstances will come about in another year? I’ll make no promises till I see my mother again, that I told you before, and I keep to it.”
“Then,” said Archie, with a little smile, “it behooves me to send your mother to you.”
“Ah, but; and if you do that, I will be pleased.”
“Then I will try to please ye. Don’t you think I am right, Agnes?”
“To try to please me? Yes.”
“I meant to follow the meenistry.”
“I suppose so. Tell me all about it.”
At this invitation, and with a hope for her dear sympathy to carry away as a memory, Archie poured forth his heart.
Agnes listened soberly enough, but as he came to an end of his speech, she gave a little giggle.
Archie frowned. “What is so funny?”