"Dear Sidney," said she, "let's wait until we reach home. It's too bad to spoil it here. But—" she whispered, looking about the room, "you may kiss me once now."
"It's like a tale in Harper's," said he, presently. "It's 'to be continued,' always, at the most exciting passage."
"I shall take the cars at one o'clock," said she, smiling. "But I shall not allow you to go with me. You know the weird sisters."
"It would be impossible," said Trove. "I must get work somewhere; my money is gone."
"Money!" said she, opening her purse. "I'm a Lady Bountiful.
Think of it—I've two hundred dollars here. Didn't you know Riley
Brooke cancelled the mortgage? Mother had saved this money for a
payment."
"Cancelled the mortgage!" said Trove.
"Yes, the dear old tinker repaired him, and now he's a new man.
I'll give you a job, Sidney."
"What to do?"
"Go and see the Governor, and then—and then you are to report to me at Robin's Inn. Mind you, there's to be no delay, and I'll pay you—let's see, I'll pay you a hundred dollars."
Trove began to laugh, and thought of this odd fulfilling of the ancient promises.