"I understand why you never want me to come in and spend an hour
with you; you are afraid I shall hear how they talk to you. I have a good
mind to take you to the minister's this very afternoon, and make you my
wife, so I can look after you."
"Do not mind it, Guy," trying to keep back the tears. "Gussie was vexed
because she did not find her clothes done up for her as usual."
"And she is actually imposing on you to such an extent as that, is she?
That explains that pale, tired face! My dear little girl, I cannot allow
it! Do you love me well enough to come and live in a set of rooms until we
can get a decent house ready?" and he looked tenderly into her face.
"I could live happy with you in one room, Guy, if I could leave home, but I
cannot do that just yet. I must stay until Mr. Hackett comes back. I know
they cannot do without me just now, dear. I would go with you willingly if
I could, for I feel so tired and discouraged. Mamma thinks I neglect her if
I am not constantly waiting upon her; but there are the children to see to.
They are good little things, but they take up the time, you know, and the
hours seem to more than fly.
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