The man had already put up his shutters, and was just closing his door, but Burnamy pushed in, and asked to look at the stork-scissors they had seen in the window.

The gas was out, and the shopman lighted a very dim candle, to show them.
"I knew you wanted to get them for her, after what she said, Mrs.
March," he laughed, nervously, "and you must let me lend you the money." "Why, of course!" she answered, joyfully humoring his feint.

"Shall I put my card in for the man to send home to her with them ?" "Well--no.

No.

Not your card--exactly.