He walked direct to Mollie’s house, and as before she opened the door; she started in surprise and anger; he did not wait for her to speak, but said in a determined tone, “You asked me this morning if there was anything that I wished, and not understanding the circumstances I said no; I have since learned some things which caused me to change my mind—Mollie, would you condemn me unheard?” reaching out both hands.
She, flushing and trembling, stood irresolute for one minute, then placed her hands in his.
“No, that would not be just; but why did you not write?”
“I did write several times, but could get no reply from you.”
“I wonder—” she commenced, but Phil cut the sentence short.
“Were you going to marry Sam, Mollie?”
“What an idea! That conceited thing!” answered Mollie indignantly.
They had entered the little parlor, and Phil caught her in his arms and said quizzically, “What about me?”
Just what Mollie answered I had best not repeat, but it seemed to be perfectly satisfactory, as he left the house an hour later, whistling as happily as a boy.