“Merely something about being very unhappy, and so forth.”
“What’s the use of being unhappy?” she asked, peevishly. “Mamma says I must marry some time or other; and such a man as Major Stultz is not to be found every day.”
“I know not which is most to be admired—your astounding resignation or her excellent reasoning.”
She looked at him for a moment, and then having satisfied herself that he was not laughing, said, confidingly—
“Mamma has been very liberal, and promises me everything in fifties and hundreds.”
“Fifties and hundreds!” repeated Hamilton.
“The smalls in hundreds—the large in fifties.”
“You will undoubtedly think me very stupid, but I have not the most remote idea of what you mean.”
“I am to get a trousseau such as mamma herself had; all the smaller things, such as pillow-cases, towels, and stockings, a hundred of each! Table-cloths, and such things, in fifties.”
“Ha! That must naturally have made you think quite differently of Major Stultz!”