“Think of it, young Lemuel,” Lorna said.
“Her sweetheart is going to marry her and carry her off to Africa, where the lions are. You see what I shall expect of you, young man. The very least you can do is to get ready to carry me off to Europe.”
“And me to Asia,” said Gay.
Lem said nothing. He knew they were teasing. “And listen to this, girls,” Henrietta continued. “'You'll forgive me, Etta dear, for asking you to agree to such an early wedding. I know it is apt to find you unprepared and you must let your crude lover do the unconventional this once. I want you to tell me I can send you a few of my miserable dollars—ten hundred, let us say, so they may be made happy dollars by aiding your preparations.'”
Henrietta folded the letter.
“What do you think of that, Gay?” she asked. “Should I let him? Would it be right?”
“Of course! Why not, under the circumstances?” Gay answered.
“When he asked you to go so far and so soon,” said Lorna.
“I hoped you would say so,” said Henrietta. “I only wanted your approval. You know what it means to me. It will let me use what I have saved—the money I would never touch—and I can pay you both all I owe you, and what I owe Miss Susan. It makes everything so much easier and happier for me. And of course you'll help me get ready; I'll have so much to do!”
“As if we were n't mad to,” said Gay. “You must write him at once, Henrietta; tell him it is all right.”