“Oh, I've always felt that way,” he said jauntily. “I never expected you to marry me. I expected to marry you. And I still expect to. And I'm going to.”
He smiled at her.
“But, wait,” she said, “I tell you—”
“Did you ever know me to fail in anything I ever attempted?” he asked.
She said nothing.
“Well, I do, plenty of times,” he laughed, “but this is not one of them.”
“You'll find that it is one of them,” she said, meaning it, too, but he did not seem to worry about it.
Miss Susan, since her interview with Johnnie Alberson, had been exceedingly cold to Henrietta, merely tolerating her. Now, when Henrietta turned into the house, Miss Susan was waiting for her in the hall.
“Well, Henrietta,” she said, “I must say I'm thankful, it coming just at this time when, goodness knows! I'm hard enough put to it to make ends meet. And I will say I never expected to get it. So I'm thankful.”
She handed Henrietta two slips of paper. Henrietta stared at them with amazement, for one was a receipt “in full to date,” and the other a receipt, “for board, in advance, to October 8th.”