Get me ?" She nodded, with no betrayal on her face of the myriad secret economies that filled her mind.

A hint of moisture glistened in her eyes.
"You're so good to me, Billy," she murmured, as she came to him and was met inside his arms.
"So you've gone an' done it," Mary commented, one morning in the laundry.

They had not been at work ten minutes ere her eye had glimpsed the topaz ring on the third finger of Saxon's left hand.

"Who's the lucky one?
Charley Long or Billy Roberts ?" "Billy," was the answer.
"Huh! Takin' a young boy to raise, eh ?" Saxon showed that the stab had gone home, and Mary was all contrition.
"Can't you take a josh?
I'm glad to death at the news.

Billy's a awful good man, and I'm glad to see you get him.