If he could go to Mr. Elmwood with thirty pounds he
thought it might be done. "And then, Emlyn, when that is saved (and
I have five pounds already), will you come and make it your home for
good and all?"
"Stead! oh Stead! You don't mean it--you-- Why, that's
sweethearting!"
"Well, so it is, Emlyn," said Stead, a certain dignity taking the
place of his shyness now it had come to the point. "I ask you to be
my little sweetheart now, and my wife when I have enough to make our
old house such as it was when my good mother was alive."
"Stead, Stead, you always were good to me! Will it take long, think
you? I would save too, but I have but three crowns the year, and
that sour-faced Rachel takes all the fees'"
"The thing is in the hands of God. It must depend on the crops, but
with this hope before me, I will work as never man worked before,"
said Stead.
"And I will be mistress there!" cried Emlyn.
"My wife will be mistress wherever I am sweet."
"Ah, ha!" she laughed, "now I have something to look to, I shall heed
little when the dame flouts me and scolds me, and Joan twits me with
her cousin the 'prentice.
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