But the morning, for Martie, had held its golden moment.  When they passed the Bank, Sally had been dreaming, as Sally almost always was, but Martie’s eyes had gone from shining gold-lettered window to window, and with that new, sweet suffocation at her heart she had found the object of her searching—­the satiny crest of Rodney Parker’s sleek hair, the fresh-coloured profile that had been in her waking and sleeping thoughts since yesterday.  He was evidently hard at work; indeed he was nervous and discouraged, had Martie but known it; he did not look up.

But Martie did not want him to look up.  She wanted only the stimulation to her thoughts that the sight of him caused, the enchanting realization that he was there.  She had a thrilling vision of herself entering that bank, a privileged person, “young Mrs. Rodney.”  Old Judge Parker coming out of his private office with his hands full of papers would nod to her with his fatherly smile, Rodney grin the proud yet embarrassed grin of a man confronted in office hours by his women-folk.

Suddenly Martie decided that she would begin to save money.  She and Sally had jointly fallen heir to a young Durham cow when Cousin Sally Buckingham died, and the cow being sold for thirty-five dollars, exactly seventeen dollars and fifty cents had been deposited in the bank in each girl’s name.  This was four years ago; neither one ever dreamed of touching the precious nest-egg; to them it represented wealth.  Len had no bank account, nor had Mama nor Lydia.  All Martie’s dreams of the future began, included, or ended on the expenditure of this sum.  It bought text books, wedding veils, railway tickets in turn.  Now she thought that if she saved another dollar, and went into the Bank duly to deposit it, Rodney must see her, might even wait upon her; it would be a perfectly legitimate way of crossing his line of vision.

The Monroes had plenty of spending money; for although their father was strongly opposed to the idea of making any child of his a definite allowance, he allowed them to keep the change whenever they executed small commissions for him, and to wheedle from him stray quarter and half dollars.  Lydia had only to watch for the favourable moment to get whatever she asked, and with Leonard he was especially generous.  Martie knew that she could save, if she determined to do so.  She imagined Rodney’s voice:  “Bringing more money in?  You’ll soon be rich at this rate, Martie!”

CHAPTER III

A few days later Rodney Parker walked home from the village with Martie Monroe again.  Meeting her in Bonestell’s, he paid for her chocolate sundae, and on their way up Main Street they stopped in the Library, so that Miss Fanny saw them.  Every one saw them:  first of all generous little Sally, who was to meet Martie in Bonestell’s, but who, perceiving that Rodney had joined her there, slipped away unseen, and, blindly turning over the ribbons on Mason’s remnant counter, prayed with all her heart that Rodney would continue to fill her place.