“It is not so very much, though,” said Joe, reflecting. “I do not think Sybil has anything at all. You will be as poor as two little church mice; but I will come and stay with you sometimes,” Joe added, laughing, “and help you about the bills.”
“The bills would take care of themselves,” said Ronald, gravely. “They always do. But whatever happens, Joe, my home is always yours. You will always remember that, will you not?”
“Dear Ronald,” answered his cousin affectionately, “you are as good as it is possible to be–you really are.”
“Ronald,” said Joe, after a pause, “I have an idea.”
He looked at her inquiringly, but said nothing.
“I might,” she continued, smiling at the thought–“I may go and marry first, you know, after all, and spoil it.”
“But you will not, will you? Promise me you will not.”
“I wish I could,” said Joe, “and then you could have the money”–
“But I would not let you,” interrupted Ronald. “I would go off and get married by license, and that sort of thing.”
“Without asking Miss Brandon?” suggested Joe.