"Yes, indeed I will, Miss Lottie, as soon as we are opposite that grate fire of yours."
"There, there now, Doctor, I won't, doggone me ef I will," Nichol protested anxiously.
That evening the old banker scarcely ceased rubbing his hands in general felicitation, while practical, housewifely Mrs. Kemble already began to plan what she intended to do toward establishing Helen in the adjoining cottage.
One day she asked abruptly, "Hobart, what are you thinking about so deeply when you are looking at the fire?"
"A noble, generous nature prompted those words," she now often mused. "How can I obey their spirit better than in rewarding the man who not only has done so much for me, but also at every cost sought to rescue him?"
"No matter," he said; "I am content to hear you laugh like that."