They read the letter shoulder to shoulder; and so, without speaking, sat for a long moment after they reached the end.
"Well?" he said at last, with a vain reading of the still face.
"Well, Craig?"
"Bully of her, isn't it?"
She assented.
"And practical," he added; "more practical than our air-castles, I dare say."
A quick fear caught at her throat.
"Could you give them up, Craig?"
"Give them up!" he exclaimed. "Give up the air-castles that we've planned while drifting in the bay, roaming the fields, watching the sunset from this dear window? Never! We'll have our own home yet. But it does mean time, as Julie says, and this is a critical period in my affairs. I feel it strongly."
"And I."