“If I thought he did not love me, I would release him at once,” she said, quietly, “but he has professed to love me for years, so why should I doubt him?”
“There is no reason why you should,” said Marion, firmly. “It is very probable that he is just waiting for something, some business matter or affair of some kind before he says anything.”
“Well, I hope it will soon be settled, for this suspense is mighty unpleasant, I can tell you,” said Miss Allyn, smiling a little. “Why, for the first time in my life, Marion, I’m not fit to attend to business.”
“Love affairs are dreadful things,” said Marion, trying to laugh it over. “I’m so glad that up to date I have never been affected.”
“Oh, I’m not so sure,” said Miss Allyn, more gayly. “You were pretty sweet on Mr. Ray, and you may as well own it, and, by the way, is he coming back to this country ever?” she asked.
“They are to sail next week, he and Adele,” was the answer, “but I shall be in the hospital then, so I suppose I can’t see them.”
“Love will find the way,” quoted Miss Allyn, slyly. “You can trust that Mr. Ray to find you, Marion.”
Dollie entered just then, evidently in a state of great excitement.
“Oh, girls!” she screamed, half crying, “I’m just frightened to death. I’ve broken my hand glass into a thousand pieces.”
“That means seven years of bad luck,” said Miss Allyn, laughing; “and a half a dollar to buy a new hand glass.”