"But I think very seriously about it—if you would consent."
"You are unkind to speak thus. Ah, Philip, I had a dream last night."
"A dream—what was it?"
"You had won a prize in the lottery; we were both so happy! you had bought a beautiful garden, handsomer than any in the city. It was a little paradise of flowers—and there were large beds of vegetables, and the trees were laden with fruit. And when I awoke, Philip, I felt so wretched—I wished I had not dreamed such a happy dream. You've nothing in the lottery, Philip, have you? Have you really won anything? The drawing took place to-day."
"How much must I have gained to win you too?"
"Ah, Philip, if you had only gained a thousand dollars, you might buy such a pretty garden!"
"A thousand dollars! And what if it were more?"
"Ah, Philip—what? is it true? is it really? Don't deceive me! 'twill be worse than the dream. You had a ticket! and you've won!—own it! own it!"
"All you can wish for."
Rose flung her arms around his neck in the extremity of her joy, and kissed him.