"But he will, Clorindy, he will!"
"Tain't no ways likely; don' 'spec I shall knows much bout it!"
"Oh, yes, yer will," insisted Dolf.
He was serious, and Clo began to grow dizzy at the thought of so many conquests crowding upon her at once.
"I jis' b'lieve he's a sarpint in disguise," said Dolf, with great energy; "one ob de wust kind of old he ones."
"Laws, Mr. Dolf, don't say sich things; he's a shinin' light in de sanctumary, I'se certain."
"It's a light I'd like to squinch," cried Dolf, "and if he pokes himself into my moonshine I'll do it."
Clo gave a shrill scream, and caught his arm, as if she feared that he was intending to rush forth in search of the elder, and put his menace into instant execution.
"Don't kick up a muss wid him," she pleaded: "why should yer?"
"It 'pends on yer, Miss Clorindy, yer know; de 'couragement yer've ben a givin' him is 'nuff to drive yer admirers out o' der senses."