Henry MacFarlane, Engineer-in-Chief, John Breen in charge
of construction.
It was on that same sofa in the far corner of the sitting-room
that Jack told Ruth,--gently, one word at a time,--making the best
of it, but telling her the exact truth.
"And then we are not going to have any of the things we dreamed
about, Jack," she said with a sigh.
"I am afraid not, my darling,--not now, unless the lightning
strikes us, which it won't."
She looked out of the window for a moment, and her eyes filled
with tears. Then she thought of her father, and how hard he had
worked, and what disappointments he had suffered, and yet how,
with all his troubles, he had always put his best foot foremost--
always encouraging her. She would not let Jack see her chagrin.
This was part of Jack's life, just as similar disappointments had
been part of her father's.
"Never mind, blessed. Well, we had lots of fun 'supposing,' didn't
we, Jack. This one didn't come true, but some of the others will
and what difference does it make, anyway, as long as I have you,"
and she nestled her face in his neck.
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