"But, Margaret," said Philip, "we are young, we are strong. It would be folly to go away from Silver Creek, where we are making so much money."
"I don't want to go away from Silver Creek," she replied, her heart beating a little more quickly. "I love the place; if it had not been for Silver Creek, we might never have met, Philip. I can show you a way to make more money than you are making at the Margaret Reef. Ah, how good of you to name it after me! Yes, I can show you how to make more money."
"You show me a way how to make money, little woman! Why, what is there in that pretty little head of yours?"
He took it between his hands and kissed her lips.
"Look straight into my eyes, Philip. Don't they sparkle?"
"Sparkle, my dear little woman! They are the stars in my heaven!"
"But more than usual, Philip? Are they not brighter than usual?" (She made them so.) "Well, now, what makes them so bright just at this moment? I'll tell you without asking. I know you are going to say yes to what I shall propose, and that fills my heart with joy. My heart is in my eyes, because--because, Philip---- Turn yours away, sir! I don't want you to look at me---- Because, I think we might be married next week."
He caught her in his arms, and tried to raise her face to his; but she hung her head, and murmured that she would never be able, for shame's sake, to look at him again if he did not consent at once to what she was about to propose.
"Well, what is it, Margaret? What is it?" he asked, in a rapture of happiness.
"I can't tell you, Philip," she murmured, with her lips close to his ear, "unless you say 'Yes' beforehand."