"Yes; how late, Min? I forgot to look, after all."
"A quarter past nine."
"Papa must have gone."
"He never goes down street before seeing you."
"Dear papa! Minny, wheel my little chair in front of the dressing-glass. I'll be with you in a second."
"It is ready, Miss."
"There, Min, I left my note under my pillow! Bring it, and let me read it again while you dress my hair."
Minny obeyed.
"Minny, I wonder if it's as delightful to be a wife as it is to have a lover?"
"It seems strange to hear you talking about either, Miss."