“You don't say so!” returned Mr. Mudge, who looked as if he had heard of a heavy misfortune.
“Yes, I do; I heard him say so with his own lips. It's a pity you showed that paragraph to Aunt Lucy, this morning.”
“That you showed, you mean,” retorted her husband.
“No, I don't. You know it was you that did it.”
“Hush; they'll hear.”
Meanwhile the two friends were conversing together happily.
“I'm so glad you're doing so well, Paul,” said Aunt Lucy. “It was a lucky day when you left the Poorhouse behind you.”
“Yes, Aunt Lucy, and to-day is a lucky day for you. There's room for two in that chaise, and I'm going to take you away with me.”
“I should enjoy a ride, Paul. It's a long time since I have taken one.”
“You don't understand me. You're going away not to return.”