ODE rang the bell at Mr. Hastings', and waited in some anxiety as to whether he should get a glimpse of Miss Dora. He had some momentous questions to ask her. Fortune, or, in other words, Providence, favored him. While he waited for orders, Dora danced down the hall with a message.
"Tode, papa says you are to come in the dining-room and wait; he wants to send a note by you."
"All right," said Tode, following her into the brightly lighted room, and plunging at once into his subject.
"Look here, what did you mean the other night about hearts, and things?"
"About what?"
"Why, don't you know? Down there to the meeting."
"Oh! Why I meant that; just what I said. That's the way they always talk at a prayer-meeting about Jesus, and loving him, and all that."
"Was that a prayer-meeting where we was t'other night?"
"Why yes, of course. Tode, have you got the letters and figures all made?"