'On Saturday, sir.'
Oh how my sister wanted to speak, but I looked at the tin box that held the contract and she bit her lip.
'Very well, Sabina, you have a perfect right to go when and where you please, and I will take great pleasure in writing out an excellent character for you. Let me see, (looking at my account book) that is two weeks wages making $8. I never make presents, but as you are going here is a ten dollar bill. Where would you like your trunk carried, tell me and I will send it by Thomas Saturday morning?'
'Oh! it isn't that, sir,' said she, 'but—but, sir,' with the tears flowing rapidly.
'Why, what is the matter, Sabina?' (the first question apart from business I had ever asked.)
'I don't want to leave you, sir.'
'Well, that is strange, then why do you?' (business question.)
'I'm going, sir—I'm going, sir, to—be—married!' and she burst into tears.
(I congratulated myself on being a bachelor, if conjugal affection produced such an effect.)
'Oh! that's it,' said I, dryly. 'Well I hope you will be happy.'