“Do you doubt me?”
“No, Dick, I don’t. I know you don’t want me for my money,” and Dora leaned forward to let her hand rest for a moment on his shoulder.
“I’ve got a little money of my own,” he went on, after a pause, in which they looked straight into each other’s eyes.
“A little! Oh, Dick, I guess you’ve got a good bit more than I’ve got.”
“Are you sorry for that, Dora?”
“Sorry? Oh, no, but—but——” And Dora suddenly turned very red.
“What, dear?” he whispered.
“Why—I—that is—you said you would take me just as quickly if I were poor. Well—I—I’d take you that way, too!” And now the girl hid her blushes in her handkerchief.
“Dora, you’re a darling, and true-blue!” whispered Dick, fervidly. “We’ll pull together, rich or poor, and be happy, see if we don’t!”
“First call for lunch!” announced a waiter, coming through the car.