"You're right," he nodded; "but I was all tied up with business this afternoon." She raised her dark brows a trifle. "Business?" "Lots of it," he nodded. "Come over here and sit down; I want to tell you about it." He led her to a chair before the open fire. He himself continued to stand with his back to the flames. He was not serious. The situation struck him now as even funnier than it had in Barton's office. He had in his pocket just thirteen cents, and yet here he was in Stuyvesant's house, engaged to Stuyvesant's daughter. "It seems," he began--"it seems that Dad would have his little joke before he died." "Yes?" she responded indifferently. She was bored by business of any sort. "I had a talk to-day with Barton--his lawyer. Queer old codger, Barton. Seems he's been made my guardian. Dad left him to me in his will. He left me Barton, the house, and twelve dollars and sixty-three cents." "Yes, Don." She did not quite understand why he was going into details. They did not seem to concern her, even as his fiancee. "Of that patrimony I now have thirteen cents left," Don continued. "See, here it is." He removed from his pocket two nickels and three coppers. "It doesn't look like much, does it?" "Oh, Don," she laughed, "do be serious!" "I am serious," he assured her. "I've been serious ever since I went to Sherry's for lunch, and found I did not have enough for even a club sandwich." "But, Don!" she gasped. "It's a fact. I had to leave." "Then where _did_ you lunch?" "I didn't lunch." "You mean you did not have enough change to buy something to eat?" "I had thirteen cents. You can't buy anything with that, can you?" "I--I don't know." Suddenly she remembered how, once on her way home from Chicago, she lost her purse and did not have sufficient change left even to wire her father to meet her. She was forced to walk from the station to the house. The experience had always been like a nightmare to her. She rose and stood before him. "But, Don--what are you going to do?" "I telephoned Barton, and he suggested I take some sort of position with a business house. He's going to find something for me. I'm not worrying about that; but what I want to know is what I ought to do about you." "I don't understand, Don." "I mean about our engagement." She looked puzzled. "I'm afraid I'm very stupid." "We can't be married on thirteen cents, can we?" "But we needn't be married until you have more, need we?" "That's so. And you're willing to wait?" "You know I've told you I didn't wish to be married before spring, anyway. I think it's much pleasanter staying just as we are." "We can't be engaged all our lives," he protested. "We can be engaged as long as we wish, can't we?" "I want to marry you as soon as I can." Her eyes brightened and she placed a soft hand upon his arm. "That's nice of you, Don," she said. "But you don't know what a frightfully expensive burden I'll be as a wife."