“Marriage isn’t the heaven many people think, I know,” she allowed; “but it—settles one.”
“It settles two as a rule,” Peggy retorted flippantly.
She wrinkled her brows and stared into the fire likewise, and was silent awhile.
“I have never heard you so eloquent on marriage before,” she said presently. “I don’t believe, as a matter of fact, I have heard you discuss the subject until now. Are you contemplating it?”
Sophy laughed consciously.
“There’s some one,” she confided, and hesitated, aware of her sister’s quickened interest. “But he’s poor,” she added hastily. “He’s an architect too. One day, perhaps...”
“One day, of course,” Peggy returned softly, and got up and kissed the young, earnest face.
“I’m so glad, dear. I want to hear all about him.”
“Another time,” said Sophy, smiling. “I am a little shy of talking about him yet. But he is a dear.”
“I am sure he is, or you wouldn’t care for him.”