“When is he coming?�
“In a fortnight.�
“And then?�
“They will be married, and go to his home in the Oregon woods. Pet always did like the woods, and she’ll have woods a plenty there. He has hundreds of acres of forest.�
“Pop,� said Robbie later, as he climbed on to his father’s knees, by the window, “see that pretty pony and little cart coming down the street. Say, Pop, when I was so sick did you promise me a pony and a cart, or did I dream it?�
“I promised,� replied the father, but now the pony and cart were at the door.
Still later a very tired boy was resting comfortably in his kind father’s arms.
“Pop,� he said, “are we really and truly rich?�
“It looks like that,� replied the father, “but I was rich before.�
“How is that?� asked the boy.