“That’s all right t’ say,” DuMond grinned sourly.
After Billy DuMond had left the room, Angel asked Lila what she intended doing.
“You heard what I told the old man the other night, Lila. When I said I wanted to marry you, I told the truth.”
“But I don’t want to marry anybody—yet,” said Lila. “My mind is all upset and I hardly know what to do. Angel, I was wondering if they I have already engaged the teacher for the coming term of school? I could qualify, I think.”
“We can find out, Lila. I know the trustees. But I’d a lot rather have yuh marry me. I’m makin’ good money.”
“Not yet, Angel.”
“Well, all right,” grudgingly. “I’ll find out about the school. But you know what I told the old man, Lila. You’re goin’ to marry me some day. How are yuh fixed for money?”
“I have enough—if I get that school.”
“Well, if yuh need any—just yelp.”
Lila promised she would, and Angel went back to his business.