"I suppose," commented my Goddess, with the sweetest sympathy, "that you had lost your money."
"Well," I said, thinking of my late penniless condition and my watch at the pawnshop, "I have a great deal less money now than I was brought up to expect."
"That is very sad," she sighed.
"And yet," I remarked, "it has its compensations. I consider my place with you a very good one."
"It can't be better than many others you have had," said she.
"In some ways it is much the best I have ever enjoyed," I responded.
"At all events, it isn't half as good as you deserve," the Angel cried warmly. "I should like to see you in one far more desirable."
"Thank you," said I meekly "So should I, of course, though I should wish it still to be in your service."
"If that could be," she murmured, with a slight blush and a flattering air of regret. "I don't quite see how it could. But if you wouldn't mind going to America, perhaps my father might help you to something really worth while."