She greeted him with an anxious look.
“Well, father?”
“I couldn’t find the villain—curse him!”
“Oh, father, I’m so glad!”
“Glad of what, gal? When a man insults ye and gits out’n yer father’s reach, air ye glad?”
“Oh, father, he wanted me to marry him.” (This with a blush—very red.)
“The skunk!”
“And I am glad because you did not have a quarrel.”
“I ain’t; I’ll fix him! Marry you! Why, gal, ye don’t mean to say ye like him?”
“No, father; far from it. I am afraid of him; but perhaps—perhaps—”