I am learning under Mrs.Renwick to sweep and dust and bake and stew and do a multitude of other things which I always vaguely supposed came ready-made.

I like it; but after I have learned it all, I do not believe the practise will appeal to me much.
However, I can stand it well enough for a year or two or three, for I am young; and then you will have made your everlasting fortune, of course." Harry Thorpe experienced a glow of pride each time he read this part of the letter.

He liked the frankness of the lack of pretence; he admired the penetration and self-analysis which had taught her the truth that, although learning a new thing is always interesting, the practising of an old one is monotonous.

And her pluck appealed to him.

It is not easy for a girl to step from the position of mistress of servants to that of helping about the housework of a small family in a small town for the sake of the home to be found in it.
"She's a trump!" said Thorpe to himself, "and she shall have her everlasting fortune, if there's such a thing in the country." He jingled the three dollars and sixty cents in his pocket, and smiled.
That was the extent of his everlasting fortune at present.
The letter had been answered from Detroit.
"I am glad you are settled," he wrote.