"No, I'd let her keep that and I'd set up in something else. We'd double the money in a short time and then I'd retire and go to Europe."
"That's all very well, John; but suppose she won't have you?"
John smiled—a self-satisfied smile.
"She wouldn't reject a stylish young fellow like me—do you think she would? She'd feel flattered to get such a young husband."
"Perhaps she would," said Oliver, who thought John under a strange hallucination."You must invite me to the wedding whenever it comes off, John."
"You shall be my groomsman," answered John confidently.
A week later John said to Oliver after supper:
"Oliver, I'm goin' to do it."
"To do what?"
"I'm goin' to propose to the widder to-night."