"The poor child had sense enough to think of that.

But I am in no hurry to ask your consent and your blessing yet, little mother.

I could even bear that Amita should precede me to the altar, if the exigencies of thy 'business' require it.

It might also secure Captain Carroll for me.
Nay, look not at me in that cheapening, commercial way--with compound interest in thine eyes.

I am not so poor an investment, truly, of thy original capital." "Thou art thy father's child," said her mother, suddenly kissing her; "and that is saying enough, the Blessed Virgin knows.