"And daddy won't lose anything; and he can take the new work!" she
cried joyously. "And we can all go up to the mountains together!
Oh, Jack!--let me run and tell daddy!"
"No, my darling,--not a word, Garry had no business to tell me
what he did; and it might leak out and get him into trouble:--No,
don't say a word. It is only a few days off. We shall all know
next week."
He had led her to the sofa, their favorite seat.
"And now I am going to tell you something that would be a million
times better than Garry's check if it were only true,--but it
isn't."
"Tell me, Jack,--quick!" Her lips were close to his.
"Uncle Arthur wants to buy my ore lands."
"Buy your--And we are going to be--married right away! Oh, you
darling Jack!"
"Wait,--wait, my precious, until I tell you!" She did not wait,
and he did not want her to. Only when he could loosen her arms
from his neck did he find her ear again, then he poured into it
the rest of the story.
"But, oh, Jack!--wouldn't it be lovely if it were true,--and just
think of all the things we could do.
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