The Mountain Girl by Emma Payne Erskine Chapter 7 Page 20

Frale’s eyes shone. “I reckon.”

The bishop grew more hopeful. The holy greed for souls fell upon him. The young man must be guarded and watched; he must be washed and clothed, as well as fed, and right here the little wife must be consulted. He went out, leaving the youth to himself, and sought his brown-eyed, sweet-faced little wisp of a woman, where she sat writing his most pressing business letters for him.

“Dearest, may I interrupt you?”

“In a minute, James; in a minute. I’ll just address these.”

He dropped into a deep chair and waited, with troubled eyes regarding her. “There!” She rubbed vigorously down on the blotter. “These are all done, every blessed one, James. Now what?”