"About you," he answered promptly. "And how lucky I am to have both you and a friend! Your faith and love, and the friendship of Lawrence Macgowan."
He fancied that a faint shadow leaped into her eyes. The fancy was dissipated by her burst of hearty laughter.
"Oh! You should put it the other way—he's lucky to have you for a friend! Well, my letters are finished and I'm ready for a walk. Are you?"
"With you—always! I hope everybody in sight knows we're bride and groom!"
"They do, and I don't care a bit! Come on."
They went out arm in arm, laughing together.
CHAPTER IV
There are two dreams which every developed and normal woman cherishes. One, of wee hands at her breast. The other, that she may some day have either the building, or the complete rebuilding, of a home; and it is always more enjoyable to correct and profit by the mistakes of other folk than it is to make our own mistakes.
Aircastle Point fulfilled this latter dream for Dorothy Armstrong.