"Did he, mamma?" And the girl clung closer to her mother as she heard the pleasant words.
"But I oughtn't to tell you such nonsense as that; and then he said that he wanted to come out here and see you, and—and—and—; it is simply this, that he meant to ask you to be his sweetheart, if I would let him."
"And what did you say, mamma?"
"I couldn't say anything because you came back."
"But you told Dolly that you would be glad to see him whenever he might choose to come here."
"Did I?"
"Yes; you said he was welcome to come whenever he pleased, and that you believed him to be a very good young man."
"And so I do. Why should he be anything else?"
"I don't say that he's anything else; but, mamma—"
"Well, my dear."