"Yes, I do. I wouldn't marry a woman like her for anything!"
"But you thought differently once," said Lassie, shyly.
"Yes," he said, easily, "I wanted to marry her once, but she wouldn't have it at all. Droll—isn't it?"
"We're ever so far by the post-office; do you know it?" she said.
"So we are; I'd forgotten all about the mail."
They turned back.
"But I don't believe that Alva ever could make you see life in the way that she does," Ingram said, tentatively; "does she ever try?"
"I don't think so," said Lassie; "she just talks to me of her happiness."
"What would become of the world, I wonder, if every one adopted her views," suggested the man.
They turned in at Mrs. Ray's gate just here. The mail was distributed, and every one else had taken theirs and gone.