“Why can’t we? Mrs. Follingsbee said that a man in your profession, and with your talents, could command a fortune in New York.”
“If it would give me the mines of Golconda, I would not go there,” said John.
“How stupid of you! You know you would, though.”
“No, Lillie; I would not leave Springdale for any money.”
“That is because you think of nobody but yourself,” said Lillie. “Men are always selfish.”
“On the contrary, it is because I have so many here depending on me, of whom I am bound to think more than myself,” said John.
“That dreadful mission-work of yours, I suppose,” said Lillie; “that always stands in the way of having a good time.”
“Lillie,” said John, shutting his book, and looking at her, “what is your ideal of a good time?”
“Why, having something amusing going on all the time,—something bright and lively, to keep one in good spirits,” said Lillie.
“I thought that you would have enough of that with your party and all,” said John.