"That is just where you are so incomprehensible. And, besides, he has such a lovely horse."
"His horse is certainly a dream. Unfortunately, though, it was not his horse who proposed. If I could marry the horse and lock the gentleman up in the stable, I'd do it with pleasure. O dear, why will you talk about it and make me say such horrid things. The plain truth of the matter is that I do not like the man and I hate talking about the whole affair. It irritates me, someway. I hate to see anything wasted."
"Then why do you"—
"Oh, Aunt Lucy, don't start it, again! after all I've said."
"I perceive at last," said Mrs. Thayer with dignity, "that I may as well let the matter drop."
"You might have seen that at first, if you had wished to," thought Lynn.
"I only hope you may never regret this."
"I hope so, too. By the way, I am going to drop in at Estelle's for tea at five. A lot of the girls are going there. Have you any message?"
"None, whatever; but, as you are going there, I trust that you will talk this matter over with her. You could not have a better confidante. Talk it over with her, won't you?"
"I don't think it is necessary to promise that," replied Lynn, wearily, "for she is quite certain to talk it over with me, which comes to the same thing in the end."