She sighed a sigh of perfect contentment.
He sighed, thinking of Hetty Layard and her golden hair and luminous blue eyes, and her lithe round figure, and her fresh young voice, and the sweet red young lips through which that voice came to make sunshine and joy in the air.
"Shall I go on with the list, dear?" she asked.
She took no interest on her own part in this list; but then the interest of him and her was bound together in it, and there was a charm for her in the bond--not the thing binding them.
"Yes, dear," he answered, wishing the list at the bottom of the Red Sea among the chariots of Pharaoh.
She ran threw a few more items on the paper, and then paused, and said with a laugh:
"Here is one store, I see, from which you got neither money nor promise."
"What is that?"
"Ice-house, Crawford's Bay."
"O, ay. I examined the place with much interest. I believe it is in ruins. The gates are off, the lower part of it is full of water. I am told there are eight or ten feet of water in it."