“Don’t think because you make me laugh you’re going to bamboozle me into consent! I decline, refuse and renounce you, if you’re going to take that tack. I shall never marry you without the consent of my mother and your aunt, and you know it!”
“I do know it, Dork, and that’s what breaks me all up. Confound that old Feud! But, I say, Uncle Binney is on our side. I sounded him and he approves of my marrying at once,—doesn’t care who the girl is,—and will make me his heir and all that,——”
“If you give up your inventing and go into his Bunny business.”
“Yes; that’s his game. Shall I do it?”
“No! A thousand times no. I don’t want to marry a bakery!”
“And anyway, it wouldn’t help the Feud——”
“No; nothing will help that. It would seem that we could move the hearts of those two women, but my mother is hard as adamant.”
“And my aunt is hard as nails. After all these years they’re not going to be moved by a pair of broken young hearts.”
“No; mother says that because I’m so young, my heart will heal up in plenty of time to break over somebody else.”
“Pleasant thought!”