“Have you? That’s nice.”
“You don’t ask me how much I got for them,” said the boy, with a mischievous smile.
“I don’t think I have any right to be so inquisitive, Jack.”
“I hope some day, not so far off, that you will accept the right, Millie.”
It was a bold speech, and the girl’s face flushed a deep scarlet.
“Aren’t you going to ask me?” he said, almost entreatingly, looking down at the pretty girl with glistening eyes.
There was a pause; then she looked up and said softly:
“How much, Jack?”
“A quarter of a million,” he replied, exultantly.
She looked dazed.