"I'm not joking. Listen." He drew her to a doorway from the hurrying
stream. "Don't, dear, please. I don't like to think of you tied down in
an office, and anyhow it's not worth while. We're going to be married
soon."
Anne looked away confused, partly because of the strange feeling
it gave to realize herself engaged, partly at the imminence of the
wonderful, new experience of matrimony waiting her; and, beyond her
own acknowledgment in words, curiosity as to how Roger planned to
marry without a position. In the sweet intimacy of the trip from
Quincy, Roger had talked of the future, a future that exhilarated and
frightened Anne in its possibility.
"We're going to live for something worth while," Roger had said, "and
live for it with every scrap of the stuff that's in us."
Anne's eyes came back to him with a tender smile.
"But we're not going to be married to-day. Besides, I----" Anne had not
spoken much of her family yet, but at these definite words of Roger's
about marrying, Anne realized what a difference it would make when her
income into the house had stopped, especially to many little pleasures
she had accustomed her mother. "There are lots of things I want to get
and--and--I like to work, really I do."