"To marry you, of course!"
Angela thought she must be dreaming.
"You—asked him—to marry me?" She looked about her, bewildered.
"Yes; and he turned you down!"
Surely now this must be a dream! "Red," too, was in a daze, suffering vicariously for his adored one.
"Oh!" cried Angela, when a full realization of what Uncle Henry meant came over her.
Uncle Henry went on: "Like your own payrent—the stony-hearted old reptile!"
"Oh, Gil—" began Angela in tears.
"Go on—you ask 'em!" suggested Uncle Henry.