Yet, on reflection, I see that it is dishonorable to keep you in the dark, and if you think that I have behaved badly--" "Well, I do in a way," she interrupted quickly, "as your silence was quite unnecessary.

Don't treat me as a doll, my dear.

I wish to share your troubles as well as your joys.

Come, tell me all about it." "You are not angry ?" "Yes, I am--at your thinking I loved you so little as to be biased against our marriage because of money troubles.

Pooh!" she flicked away a speck of dust from his coat, "I don't care that for such things." "You are an angel," he cried ardently.
"I am a very practical girl just now," she retorted.