"Oh yes, indeed," replied Mrs. Loraine; "yes, indeed. It's safe for a hundred nights here at least!"
They paused at the corner to wait for a cable-car, and Sherrington joined them.
This gave Carpenter a chance to lead the daughter away from the mother half a dozen steps.
"I'm so glad mother thinks the play will go," the girl began. "And mother is a very good judge, too. You ought to make a lot out of it."
The young dramatist felt that he had his chance at last.
"I've wanted to make money mainly for one reason," he returned; "I wanted to ask you to take half of it."
"Half of it?" she echoed, as though she did not understand.
"Oh, well—all of it," he responded, swiftly; "and me with it."
"Mr. Carpenter!" she cried, and her blushes made her look even lovelier than before.
"Won't you marry me?" he asked, ardently.