“I’m dreaming,” jeered he. “Yes, I’m dreaming.”
“You’re laughing at me, Chang!”
“Am I?”
“Oh, I don’t care. I’m so happy! The only thing that stands in the way is father.”
“Oh, father! Yes; there is father!” And he nodded ironically, repeating: “Father—there’s father.”
“But I’ll soon bring him round,” cried she. “His will’s very strong, but mine’s much stronger.”
“I believe that!” said he with energy. “You’ve got the strongest will we’ve had since Joshua ordered the sun to stand still and the sun did it.”
“You’re laughing at me again!” reproached she with an injured air.
“No, no! How could I?” protested he. “But suppose father refuses his consent. What then?”
“But he won’t,” she said with an emphatic little nod.