"I don't exactly remember," said Bob, "but it's in the book in the office."
"Let's go and take a look at it," she said, and they left the others and adjourned to the office.
Edith sat down in the chair at the desk. Bob opened the book at the poultry account, and, sitting on the arm of the chair, their heads close together, they began studying the figures.
"I think it's perfectly splendid," said Edith, "the showing the poultry made last year, and you know, Bob, we had a rather bad start in the spring on account of not having the buildings erected."
"That was your good work, Edith," he said, letting his arm fall lightly across her shoulders.
"I was never so happy as last summer here on the farm and I could scarcely wait until I came back again this spring, Bob," she said, looking up at him.
Bob was silent for a few moments, and then suddenly asked:
"Do you like the country well enough, Edith, to be willing to stay here always, and be Mrs. Robert Williams?"
After a short silence, Edith looked at him shyly and said:
"Yes, Bob, I would," nestling close to him. "I don't know any place where I could be happier than here and I've never met anyone with whom I could be happier than with you."