Let
Professor Braddock fumble amongst the dead if he likes. We
live!"
"Apart," sighed Lucy.
"Only for the next six months; then we can get our cottage and
live on love, my dearest."
"Plus three hundred a year," said the girl sensibly then she
added, "Oh, poor Frank Random!"
"Lucy," cried her lover indignantly.
"Well, I was only pitying him. He's a nice man, and you can't
expect him to be pleased at our marriage."
"Perhaps," said Hope in an icy tone, "you would like him to be
the bridegroom. If so, there is still time."
"Silly boy!" She took his arm. "As I have been bought, you know
that I can't run away from my purchaser."
"You denied being bought just now. It seems to me, Lucy, that I
am to marry a weather-cock."
"That is only an impolite name for a woman, dear. You have no
sense of humor, Frank, or you would call me an April lady."
"Because you change every five minutes. H'm! It's puzzling."
"Is it? Perhaps you would like me to resemble Widow Anne, who is
always funereal. Here she is, looking like Niobe."
They were strolling through Gartley village by this time, and the
cottagers came to their doors and front gates to look at the
handsome young couple.
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