"Where?" she asked with a merry twinkle in her eye.
"Just across the street to look at that house of Miller's. It's nearly finished, and he's willing to sell."
"But who wants to buy?" she asked in her pretty, saucy way, as she stepped into the hall and tied on a bonnet which she took from the hat-rack there, while Wallace threw a shawl about her shoulders.
"Perhaps we can better answer that question after we've been over it," he said with a smile.
So it proved; the snug, pretty, conveniently arranged cottage—so close to the old home too—seemed just the thing for them. "Father, mother," and all the family were presently brought over to look at and pronounce an opinion upon it, and without a dissenting voice the purchase was decided upon.
"And now there's another and still more important matter to be settled," whispered Wallace in Zillah's ear.
"There is no hurry," she answered, blushing.
"There is to be a double or a triple wedding in our church in about a month from now," he went on lightly and in coaxing tones. "I want it to be the latter; so do four other people; but it all depends on you. Come, darling, why should we wait longer than that?"
"Ah! it fairly frightens me to think of such haste," she said, half averting her blushing face.
"I don't know why it should," he responded, his tone speaking both disappointment and chagrin, "unless you fear to trust your happiness to my keeping."