"After last year, we figured you might come the last of this week or the first of next, so we got your room ready Monday." "Thank you," said Kate.

"It's very clean and nice." "I hope soon to be able to offer you such a room and home as you should have," he said.

"I haven't opened my office yet.

It was late and hot when I got home in June and Mother was fussing about this winter--that she had no garden and didn't do her share at Aunt Ollie's, so I have farmed most of the summer, and lived on hope; but I'll start in and make things fly this fall, and by spring I'll be sailing around with a horse and carriage like the best of them.

You bet I am going to make things hum, so I can offer you anything you want." "You haven't opened an office yet ?" she asked for the sake of saying something, and because a practical thing would naturally suggest itself to her.
"I haven't had a breath of time," he said in candid disclaimer.
"Why don't you ask me what's the matter ?" "Didn't figure that it was any of my business in the first place," he said, "and I have a pretty fair idea, in the second." "But how could you have ?" she asked in surprise.
"When your sister wouldn't give me your address, she hinted that you had all the masculine attention you cared for; then Tilly Nepple visited town again last week and she had been sick and called Dr.Gray.
She asked him about you, and he told what I fine time you had at Chautauqua and Chicago, with the rich new friends you'd made.