There's another room in there where you may get back your fortune by the help of a wife." Stepping aside he gave the wondering Crozier a slight push forward into the doorway, then left him and hurried round to the back of the house, where he hoped he might see Kitty.
The Young Doctor found Kitty pumping water on a pail of potatoes and stirring them with a broom-handle.
"A most unscientific way of cleaning potatoes," he said, as Kitty did not look at him.

"If you put them in a trough where the water could run off, the dirt would go with the water, and you would'nt waste time and intelligence, and your fingers would be cleaner in the end." The only reply Kitty made was to flick the broomhead at him.

It had been dipped in water, and the spray from it slightly spattered his face.
"Will you never grow up ?" he exclaimed as he applied a handkerchief to his ruddy face.
"I'd like you so much better if you were younger--will you never be young ?" she asked.
"It makes a man old before his time to have to meet you day by day and live near you." "Why don't you try living with me ?" she retorted.

"Ah, then, you meant me when you said to Mrs.Crozier that you were going to be married?
Wasn't that a bit 'momentary'?
as my mother's cook used to remark.

I think we haven't 'kept company'-- you and I." "It's true you haven't been a beau of mine, but I'd rather marry you than be obliged to live with you," was the paradoxical retort.
"You have me this time," he said, trying in vain to solve her reply.
Kitty tossed her head.