“And you will stay?”
“What else can I do when you ask me?”
“Oh, you darling!”
This little quarrel was very delightful, and made them feel ever so much more in love than before; but it did not help Mensmore out of his difficulty.
“Let us see what Corbett really says,” he remarked, ruefully taking a letter from his pocket.
“Am I to look, too?”
“Of course. I have no secrets from you, little woman.”
Phyllis nestled up close to him. This time she did not object to his hand resting on her shoulder, and together they read the following letter:
“My Dear Bertie,—At last I am able to write you definitely. The prospectors have struck it rich on our property, and I have sold two claims outright for $50,000. With this nest-egg I am taking the girls to New York, and shall then start by the Teutonic for your side of the pond. I am due in Liverpool on February 4, so look out for me.