"You need not go so far for that purpose, Miss Marsden," said
Hemstead, quietly: "that is all I shall get."
"What!" she exclaimed, dropping her knife and fork.
"That, in all probability, will be my salary at first. It may be but five hundred."
"Is that all they pay you for going out among the border ruffians?"
"That is the average."
"I wouldn't go," she said indignantly,
"You may rest assured I would not, for the money."
"Frank will change his mind before spring," said his aunt; "or a year at least among the 'border ruffians,' as you call them, will cure him, and he will be glad to take a nice church at the East."
"What do you say to that, Mr. Hemstead?"
"Perhaps I would better answer by my actions," he replied.