In a panic Captain Andy scampered to his lady and declared for a more lenient chaperonage.
“Willing to sacrifice your own daughter, are you, for the sake of a picking up a few more dollars here and there with this miserable upstart!”
“Sacrificing her, is it, to tell her she can speak civilly to as handsome a young feller and good-mannered as I ever set eyes on, or you either!”
“Young squirt, that’s what he is.”
“I was a girl like Nollie I’d run off with him, by God, and that’s the truth. She had any spirit left in her after you’ve devilled her these eighteen years past, she’d do it.”
“That’s right! Put ideas into her head! How do you know who he is?”
“He’s a Rav——”
“He says he is.”
“Didn’t he show me the church——”
“Oh, Hawks, you’re a zany. I could show you gravestones. I could say my name was Bonaparte and show you Napoleon’s tomb, but that wouldn’t make him my grandfather, would it!”