"Yes," said Millie with a becoming sigh. "I was there this afternoon. I thought your Gran'pop laid things out right to those of us that are left."
Matthew had no desire to discuss his grandfather's sermon which had decently omitted many things that might have been said. He had no sense of triumph; he accepted God's will when it profited him as he accepted it when it sent him to work in the Ephrata stocking factory. His mind was upon Millie; in the twilight he put his arm round her and drew her close to him. Her cheek was like a rose petal and her whole body breathed freshness and health.
"How soon could you get married, Millie?"
It was not in Millie's nature to be coy.
"I'm ready now," she answered promptly. "I have all my things this long time, and it's not like going into a house where there is nothing."
"In a month, then?"
Millie saw no reason for even a week's delay. An intense impatience filled her soul.
"Yes. How is Ellen?"
Matthew shook his head. A heavenly providence had delivered Ellen into improving hands.
"She can't accept this. It's so with people who are not religious."