I will return or send very soon." Rose was not anxious.

She was enjoying herself.

Now after shopping and eating and drinking all day, she went to the theatre at night.

The theatre--one of the humblest in the city--was a new sensation to her, and her first visit to one was so delightful that she resolved to repeat it every evening.
"I shanna fash mysel' anent Johnnie ony mair.

He'll come hame when he gets ready," she said in her heart.
But weeks grew into months, and "Johnnie" did not come home.
Rose's five hundred pounds had sunk down to fifty pounds, and then indeed she did begin to grow impatient for the return of her husband.