He rose to his feet.
"Mary!"
"Yes … Archey?"
"If I were a rich man—or you were a poor girl…."
Mary, too, arose.
"Well," she laughed unsteadily, "we may be … some day…."
Ten minutes later Sir Joseph of the Plumed Crest opened the door with a handful of mail. He suddenly stopped … stared … smiled … and silently withdrew.
THE END
End of Project Gutenberg's Mary Minds Her Business, by George Weston