"I shouldn't wonder if I did. But I must tell you something important before we go any farther," said Kat solemnly.
"Do so at once; I'm listening."
"Well, Ralph, I've—I've had another proposal since I wrote to you," confessed the wretched little hypocrite, with lowered hat-brim.
"You have? By jingo! Who from?" Ralph dropped her hand, and the ruddy color went from his face suddenly.
"From a New York gentleman at Mrs. Raymond's, and—and—"
"Go on," said Ralph shortly, his voice cold and hard.
"He said he had built—no, bought—no, had a beautiful home, and asked me to share it, and I didn't know what on earth to say, so—I told him—that I wasn't Kittie, and then he changed his mind."
"Kathy!" What a blessing it was that no one was anywhere near, for right there in the sunshine, Ralph threw his arm around her and drew her close, to kiss the saucy lips and eyes. "How could you? I'm stunned out of a year's growth! Was it Murray?"
"Well, I don't think you'll miss it," laughed Kat. "Yes, it was Mr. Murray, and Kittie's going to share that home."
"You don't say so. We'll go off doubly and very soon, too, for of course the little mother will be willing."