"
"Yes,--but it Isn't true."
"But just suppose it WAS, Jack! You would have a horse of your own
and we'd build the dearest little home and--"
"But it never can be true, blessed,--not out of the Cumberland
property--" protested Jack.
"But, Jack! Can't we SUPPOSE? Why, supposing is the best fun in
the world. I used to suppose all sorts of things when I was a
little girl. Some of them came true, and some of them didn't, but
I had just as much fun as if they HAD all come true."
"Did you ever suppose ME?" asked Jack. He knew she never had,--he
wasn't worth it;--but what difference did it make what they talked
about!
"Yes,--a thousand times. I always knew, my blessed, that there was
somebody like you in the world somewhere,--and when the girls
would break out and say ugly things of men,--all men,--I just knew
they were not true of everybody. I knew that you would come--and
that I should always look for you until I found you! And now tell
me! Did you suppose about me, too, you darling Jack?"
"No,--never.
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