"We are indeed," said Toney.
The widow kissed Rosabel, and then threw her arms around Toney's neck and kissed him. And then Mrs. Wild blubbered out,—
"Toney, why did you do so?"
"I thought you would not let me have Rosabel."
"Toney Belton, you were a fool! You might have had Rosabel five years ago if you had asked me."
"Did you not always say that no man should marry your daughter unless he was worth a hundred thousand dollars?"
"And were you not worth a hundred thousand dollars five years ago?"
"I?"
"Yes;—you. A man with nobility of mind, and heart, and soul," said the widow, "is worth more than hundred thousand dollars to the woman who marries him; while many a mean fellow, who has a hundred thousand dollars in his possession, is not worth a pinch of snuff."