Anna jumped for joy like a little child.

And poor, crude directions for answering appropriately were given to Edith Harnham, who on her return to the city carried them out with warm intensification.
'O!' she groaned, as she threw down the pen.

'Anna--poor good little fool--hasn't intelligence enough to appreciate him! How should she?
While I--don't bear his child!' It was now February.

The correspondence had continued altogether for four months; and the next letter from Raye contained incidentally a statement of his position and prospects.

He said that in offering to wed her he had, at first, contemplated the step of retiring from a profession which hitherto had brought him very slight emolument, and which, to speak plainly, he had thought might be difficult of practice after his union with her.