“This house’s been your home for a good while, now; and it’ed look like drivin’ youse away, wouldn’t it?—I mean if ye went.”
“I don’t know,” answered she doubtfully.
“Anyway, I don’t want ye to go,” said he, with sudden courage. “Stay here—and marry me!”
He looked into the pure, candid eyes and saw sweeping into them a quiet happiness that caused him to stoop and kiss her cheek.
“Uncle Larry spoke of that just before he died,” she said; “and if you are sure you want me, I’ll stay.”
Chapter VIII
“There’s an organ in the parlour,
Just to give the house a tone,
And you’re welcome every evening,
At Maggie Murphy’s home.”