"As if any one wanted to be
rich in order to be happy. Besides, between what I have of my own, and my
share of the money, there is nearly four thousand a year; and then there
is the place in Lanarkshire for us to live in. As if that were not
enough!"
"It is not so very much, though," said Joe, reflecting. "I do not think
Sybil has anything at all. You will be as poor as two little church mice;
but I will come and stay with you sometimes," Joe added, laughing, "and
help you about the bills."
"The bills would take care of themselves," said Ronald, gravely. "They
always do. But whatever happens, Joe, my home is always yours. You will
always remember that, will you not?"
"Dear Ronald," answered his cousin affectionately, "you are as good as it
is possible to be--you really are."
"Ronald," said Joe, after a pause, "I have an idea."
He looked at her inquiringly, but said nothing.
"I might," she continued, smiling at the thought--"I may go and marry
first, you know, after all, and spoil it.
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