Once is neither here now there.

But you will be ready for the eight A.M.train to-morrow, Mollie ?" "I have promised, Mr.Walraven, and I always keep my word.

So Mr.
Harkner has consented?
Now, that is not flattering, is it?
What winning ways you must possess to make all the world do as you say!" Mr.Walraven held up his purse, gold shining through its silken meshes.
"Behold the magic key to every heart, Cricket! Here, you shall be my purse-bearer now." He tossed it into her lap.

Mollie's blue eyes sparkled.

She was only seventeen, poor child, and she liked money for what money brought.
"I shall leave you now," Mr.Walraven said, looking at his watch.