"Thank you, Mr. Checkynshaw," replied André, in his feminine tones, weakened by his sickness. "I think we do not need any help—do we, Maggie?"
"No, mon père, especially as Leo is doing so well. I think we shall get along well enough."
"I am afraid you are too proud to be very poor," said the banker, glancing at Maggie.
"We have always got along very well, and I think we shall in the future. Leo says he shall do great things; and I hope he will."
"Then Leo is to support the family," added Mr. Checkynshaw, fixing his gaze upon the fair girl, who seemed to him altogether too delicate and refined to be a poor man's daughter.
"Perhaps I maybe able to do something by and by, when mon père gets better."
"What can you do?"
"I can sew, and do any work that I can take home with me."
"Ah, ma fille, you can take in no work. I shall soon be able to go to the shop again," interposed André.
"I have a great deal of spare time, mon père. I am able, and O, I am so willing to work for you!"