“You never saw such a sleeper as she is; she won’t wake, and I’ve hardly seen her eyes yet!”
“I hope she’ll continue such good habits; but now, Molly, I have great news—news I expected some time, of course, but not quite so soon.”
Then he told the news, and Molly responded only by a closer pressure of his hand.
“And that is not all; my father has decided to buy the Framley cottage and rent it to us, and says he meant to give my wife a check as a wedding present, had I married Miss Vanderpool, and now he sends it to you.”
“Oh, Harry, how good of him! how much is it? That sounds greedy; but if it is enough we can furnish with it.”
Harry opened his pocketbook and took out a check for $1,000. “You must lay this by, Molly, for yourself; you know I have $3,000 which we agreed never to touch except for some emergency; but now that my prospects are assured I prefer to furnish for you, Molly, rather than you for me.”
“What will be your income, Harry?”
“Oh, nothing very splendid, for I am only junior with a fifth interest, but it is the certainty of the future that delights me.”
“Yes, and the proof of your father’s affection.”
“Yes, certainly.”