“Yes; I know. When I do find the right man I’ll bring him to you and let you pass in judgment. You shall tell me whether I can or can’t.”
“All right—though isn’t that rather a paternal prerogative?”
“Oh, dad always lets me do what I want. You’re the only man that has ever dared oppose me.”
“But suppose I did oppose you in a matter of such importance?”
Miss Dolly thought. “We won’t cross that bridge before we come to it. You said you were thinking and dreaming. I know what you were thinking about. Now, what were you dreaming about all by your lonely, sitting by the fire?”
Bob was glad he didn’t have to blurt out the truth any more. He evaded. “Did I say dreaming?” he asked.
“You did. Was it of some one?”
“Pooh! What nonsense!”
“Oh, it isn’t nonsense to do that.”
“I was only thinking of chimneys and things like that,” returned Bob. That was an out-and-outer. He shuddered to think of the answer he would have had to make a few days ago.