"Robert dear," said the coy little maiden to her sweetheart, "I'm sure you love me; but give me some proof of it, darling. We can't marry on fifteen dollars a week, you know."
"Well, what do you want me to do?" said he, with a grieved air.
"Why, save up a thousand dollars, and have it safe in the bank, and then I'll marry you."
About two months later she cuddled up close to him on the sofa one evening, and said:
"Robert dear, have you saved up that thousand yet?"
"Why, no, my love," he replied; "not all of it."
"How much have you saved, darling?"
"Just two dollars and thirty-five cents, dear."
"Oh, well," said the sweet young thing as she snuggled a little closer, "don't let's wait any longer, darling. I guess that'll do."—R.M. Winans.