"He asked me last Sunday going to chapel, and I said I would; and he's coming next Sunday to beg we may be tokened."
An idea so great had occupied Jacob's mind fully enough at another moment. But now there was no room for it.
"I knew he was going to, yet didn't think he'd have the cheek for another year."
"I love him with all my heart, and grandmother thinks he's a very good, proper-minded young man. She's agreeable; but she says it mustn't be for a full year, till I'm over eighteen."
"Quite right. I'll talk to Master Bob next Sunday."
"Are you vexed, or pleased about it?"
"Why, I'm both, my dear. Vexed to think how the time flies—vexed in a sort of way to find you're wife-old. Yet that's foolishness, isn't it? And pleased that you've fallen in love with an honest, hard-working man."
"You won't dress him down, or say he's looked above him, or anything like that?"
"I don't know what I'll say. Certainly not that. Run in now. You've given me something to think about."
"Mother likes Bob very much indeed."