Thank you, Auguste,--and Auguste! please tell Botti the spaghetti was delicious.

Come, Jack." It was when he held Ruth in his arms that same afternoon--behind the door, really,--she couldn't wait until they reached the room,--that Jack whispered in her astonished and delighted ears the good news of the expected check from Garry's committee.
"And daddy won't lose anything; and he can take the new work!" she cried joyously.

"And we can all go up to the mountains together! Oh, Jack!--let me run and tell daddy!" "No, my darling,--not a word, Garry had no business to tell me what he did; and it might leak out and get him into trouble:--No, don't say a word.

It is only a few days off.

We shall all know next week." He had led her to the sofa, their favorite seat.
"And now I am going to tell you something that would be a million times better than Garry's check if it were only true,--but it isn't." "Tell me, Jack,--quick!" Her lips were close to his.
"Uncle Arthur wants to buy my ore lands." "Buy your--And we are going to be--married right away! Oh, you darling Jack!" "Wait,--wait, my precious, until I tell you!" She did not wait, and he did not want her to.