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"Oh, just an idea they've got that it's going higher," Inches answered indifferently. "Well, s'posing it is; why should I want to sell?" "Why, you'd have made a pretty good thing in it, and you might like to have your bird in hand, don't you know?" Marietta sat down to her flower-books and worked on composedly, while Inches still lingered.
It might even mean giving up the tiresome, profitless shop, and going to live in a snug little house of their own, where there should be a porch for Jim in pleasant weather and, for cold days, a sitting-room with two windows instead of one where she could work at her flower-books, while they planned what they should do when Jim got well.
Forty millions almost in plain sight! That was forty dollars a share, and she had five hundred shares! And all this time she was thinking, not of wealth and luxury, but only of a snug cottage in a side street, where there should be two windows in the sitting-room, where she might sit and chat with Jim while she made her flower-books, planning what they should do when he got well.
Then into a cheerful place they went, where were many groups of flowers, among whose leaves sat the child Elves, and learned from their flower-books all that Fairy hands had written there.
"I want one of your ten-dollar flower-books." Quite unmoved by the lavishness of her customer, Marietta rose in her stately way, and drew forth several specimens of her most expensive flower-book. Dayton examined them with an attempt to be discriminating, remarking that the book was for some California friends of his wife who were inclined to be "snifty" about Colorado flowers.
And when the friends in her old home which she had left for Jim's sake, urged her to come back to them, she answered, no; she would rather stay in Colorado and do her flower-books; adding, in a hand that scrawled more than usual with the effort for composure: "They are my consolation."
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