"No, not at all."
"Well, here I am, Nunkie,"—she sometimes called her guardian by this pet name, although really they were not akin—"I'm finished and turned out complete—I'm done my college work now and ready for what we graduates call the Battle of Life. Do you think I'll do?"
She drew back and made him a pretty curtsey, spreading out her skirts. Indeed, she was very fair to look upon and he smiled at her admiringly.
"You are beautiful, Anne," said he. "You are very beautiful—you are fine."
"Do I please you in every way?" said she.
"Perfectly, my dear. You cannot do otherwise."
She looked at him demurely. "I'm not so sure," said she. "Wait until you have heard all I have to tell you."
"What's wrong? Are you in debt?"
"Worse than that, Nunkie dear—I'm engaged!"
Now indeed he looked at her with sudden consternation in his face. "What's that? You haven't told me anything of the sort."