“Pray don’t joke, Mary,” said Fred, with strong feeling. “Tell me seriously that all this is true, and that you are happy because of it—because you love me best.”
“It is all true, Fred, and I am happy because of it—because I love you best,” said Mary, in a tone of obedient recitation.
They lingered on the doorstep under the steep-roofed porch, and Fred almost in a whisper said—
“When we were first engaged, with the umbrella-ring, Mary, you used to—”
The spirit of joy began to laugh more decidedly in Mary’s eyes, but the fatal Ben came running to the door with Brownie yapping behind him, and, bouncing against them, said—
“Fred and Mary! are you ever coming in?—or may I eat your cake?”