"Well, that's something; it will meet two monthly payments on the press."
"It will pay for a diamond-ring for you," Lute said.
"Nonsense! We'll buy father a horse."
"And who will buy the oats?" Rebecca said.
"I could give you a big oleander, Mrs. Gray," Alice told her, smiling.
"You could put the money in the bank, like a sensible girl," Rebecca said, severely. "Don't speak of this outside, either of you. Mr. Gray wouldn't wish his wife's name talked about."
"And don't let's write anything about it to him," Alice said; "let's have it a surprise!—if there is anything in it; only, of course, there isn't anything," she ended, sighing. "But you might write to the man, Lute."
"Of course there isn't anything," Lute agreed, sensibly. "I'll write if you want me to; but I wouldn't build on it, Ally," he said, as he got up to go. And when he paused a minute in the darkness on the porch, he added, softly, "If you get rich, maybe you won't want a poor printer?"
And she laughed, and said, "Maybe I won't!"
Then he kissed her just under her left ear, and said, "Money isn't everything, Ally."