"
"I assure you, Miss Amhurst--"
"I know what you would say," she interrupted, with a vivacity which
had not heretofore characterized her, "but, you see, the distance to
the corner is short, and, as I am in a hurry, if you don't wish my
story to be continued in our next--"
"Ah, if there is to be a next--" murmured the young man so fervently
that it was now the turn of color to redden her cheeks.
"I am talking heedlessly," she said quickly. "What I want to say is
this: I have never had much money. Quite recently I inherited what had
been accumulated by a relative whom I never knew. It seemed so
incredible, so strange-- well, it seems incredible and strange yet--
and I have been expecting to wake and find it all a dream. Indeed,
when you overtook me at this spot where we now stand, I feared you had
come to tell me it was a mistake; to hurl me from the clouds to the
hard earth again."
"But it was just the reverse of that," he cried eagerly. "Just the
reverse, remember. I came to confirm your dream, and you received from
my hand the first of your fortune."
"Yes," she admitted, her eyes fixed on the sidewalk.
"I see how it was," he continued enthusiastically. "I suppose you had
never drawn a check before."
"Never," she conceded.
"And this was merely a test. You set up your dream against the hard
common sense of a bank, which has no dreams. You were to transform
your vision into the actual, or find it vanish.
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