“How about that young feller I hear comes shinin’ ’round you, that Blythe Van Dorn?”
“Oh, he’s only a boy. He has said some soft things to me, but I just laugh at him. I did have a proposal, though, my first, and you’ll never guess who it was.” She laughed gleefully.
“Not Van Dorn?”
“No.”
“Bud?”
“Bud, indeed. No, of course not. I wouldn’t marry a one-legged man, would you?”
“I don’t know. It would depend upon how he lost his leg. Suppose your brother John came home with but one leg, wouldn’t you think him still good enough for any girl?”
“That I would. I see the difference lies in who the man happens to be. As it happens my suitor has both his legs, such as they are, but he is not so young as John.”
“I can’t think who it can be. Tell me, Alison.”
“Old Billy Jones.” Alison’s laughter rang out merrily.