"I am so glad I have helped you so."
"And will you help me further by saying that you like me better than
Hollis."
"Oh, I do, you know I do," she cried, impulsively. "I am not acquainted with him, and I know every thought you think."
"Now I am satisfied," he cried, exultantly, taking both her hands in his and kissing her lips. "I am not afraid to go away now."
"Marjorie,"—the kitchen door was opened suddenly,—"I'm going to take your mother home with me. Is the key in the right place."
"Everything is all right, Mrs. Rheid," replied Morris. "You bolt that door and we will go out this way."
The door was closed as suddenly and the boy and girl stood silent, looking at each other.
"Your Morris Kemlo is a fine young man," observed Mrs. Rheid as she pushed the bolt into its place.
"He is a heartease to his mother," replied Mrs. West, who was sometimes poetical.
"Does Marjorie like him pretty well?"