“There goes the last bell,” cried the doctor, hurriedly interposing; and taking the same compartment as the brother and sister, he earned poor weak Fanny’s gratitude on the way down by carefully taking her brother’s thoughts away from Arthur Prayle and her escapade, and keeping him in conversation upon questions relating to the diseases of horses, cows, and sheep.
Volume Two—Chapter Fourteen.
Marrying and Giving in Marriage.
“And would you say Yes, aunt dear, if he should ask me?”
“Before I answer that question, Naomi, my dear, let me ask you one. Is this little heart still sore about Arthur Prayle?”
“Indeed, no, aunt,” cried the girl indignantly; “pray, don’t mention his name. I am angry with myself for ever thinking of him as I did.”
“Under those circumstances, my dear, it may be as well to ask you whether you would like to be married.”
“Like to be married, aunt?—I—I—I think I should.”