But don't worry about that.

There is no child; there is nothing between us and a million, and you have only to appoint the day which will make me the happiest of men, and free you from a drudgery, which just to think of sets my teeth on edge.

Will you name the day, Jerrie ?' If it had been possible for a look to have annihilated Tom, the scorn which blazed in Jerrie's eyes would have done so.

To hear him talk as if the matter were settled and the money he was to inherit from his uncle could buy her made her blood boil, and seizing her poor parasol, still standing up so straight in the piny sand, she stepped backward from him and said, in a mocking voice: 'Thank you, Tom, for the honor you would confer upon me, and which I must decline, for I would rather wash grandma's stockings all my life, and Harold's overalls, too, than marry a man for money.' 'Jerrie, oh, Jerrie, you don't mean it! You do not refuse me!' Tom cried, in alarm, stretching out his arm to reach her but touching only the parasol, to which he clung desperately as a drowning man to a straw.
'I do mean it, Tom,' she said, softened a little by the pain she saw in his face.

'I can never be your wife.' 'But why not!' Tom demanded.