Gilbert looked surprised. "Hardy's daughter?"
"Red" nodded.
"How did you know?" Jones asked.
"Because he ain't talked of nothin' else for six months. You wasn't thinkin' of doin' it, was you?" He hung on Gilbert's answer.
"Hardly!" with a smile.
The relief of "Red"!
"I know, I know!" he cried. "But once she gets her mind set on a thing—"
"You mean you think she wants to marry me? Is that it?" Gilbert asked, not taking the matter very seriously. He was busy at the box again, pulling the top farther back.
"Well, I don't know as I'd say that," "Red" offered; "but I think she thinks she wants to." He was sitting on the edge of the table, swinging one leg. "She's prone to fancies, Angela is. Even I gotter admit that!"
"Even you?" Gilbert inquired, puzzled.