"Her name will be our name, and her position I will make for her; and it will be honorable, I promise you."
"You are a stanch fellow," said Mark. "But I pledge you to keep this secret always. The idea of being a foundling might make Doris miserable, drive her half wild. Or it might set her up to some queer caper. She has a fine spirit of her own."
"Is she hard to manage?" asked Mrs. Moray, anxiously.
"I never found her hard to manage," said Earle, the dauntless.
"I hope you'll tell the same tale twenty years from now," said Mark, with a laugh.
He felt glad this matter was settled.
"We shall never mention it," said Mrs. Moray, yielding to the inevitable.
"And on the wedding-day I'll give her a hundred pounds, and she shall have a hundred pounds in her outfit."
"You are very generous, Mr. Brace," said Mrs. Moray.
"Doris is quick and keen. She'll ask you, Earle, what we were saying out here. You may mention the hundred pounds."