"But, John, dear John!" remonstrated Sarah.
"Why, isn't it what you would like to be done?" said he.
"But think how he used you, John, when you were trying to help him out of his troubles once," said she. "You can't have forgotten," Sarah added, "how he used you then."
"I shall never forget that I have had you to love and cherish ever since then, my dear," said John, gallantly.
And then, fairly broken down, poor Sarah, with a thrill of joy she had not felt for a long time, fairly broke out into a childlike cry,—
"Oh, John! I love you, I love you; I do love you, and only you!"
And then, in the midst of their newly-found happiness, came a sharp tap at the study door, with a—
"Please, ma'am, it is two o'clock, and there's that pie-crust on the board as you left it."
