"
"Isn't it, Ben?"
"Yes, Carrie; but come back to bed."
"I knew it! He's one of the coming young men at Slocum-Hines's. Vincent
Bankhead swears by him. He throws some fine orders in your papa's way. I
knew the name had a ring. Lilly, did he ask to--call?"
"Mamma, I'm sleepy."
"Did he?"
"Yes--maybe--sometime."
Then Mrs. Becker, full of small, eager ways, insisted upon tucking her
daughter into bed, patting the light coverlet well up under her chin and
opening the windows.
"Good night, baby," she said, giving the covers a final pat. "Sleep
tight and don't get up for breakfast. I want to bring it up to you."
But, contrary to the blandishment, Lilly lay awake, open-eyed, for quite
a round hour after her mother's voice, broken into occasionally by the
patient but sleepy tones of her father, had died down.
From her window she could see quite a patch of sky, finely powdered with
stars, the Dipper pricked out boldly.
For some reason, regarding it, a layer of tears formed on her eyes and
dried over her hot stare.
CHAPTER X
On the 6th of the following July, Lilly Becker and Albert Penny were
married.
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