"So he tells me," said he dolefully, rubbing his thin finger under the edge of his bob-wig to scratch his perplexed head.
"She is an excellent young woman, and a comely," said I, grinning at him.
"Undoubtedly," he conceded.
"But, as the head of the family, Master Dobson, I offer no objection to the proposal." Much it would have mattered if I had, but I always take credit when and while I can.
"It's very kind of you, Ol ... Mr. Wheatman," said he, "but...."
"Yes," said I encouragingly.
"But there's what I may call the material side of the matter to be considered. My son's bride should be suitable from the business point of view."
"I've been considering that point, Master Dobson. It is undoubtedly important. Jack's a careless young dog, and I'm sure our Kate is just the woman he wants from a business point of view. She'll keep an eye on every meg in his pockets."
"Tut, tut!" said he, stirred to action, as I knew he would be. "You mistake me completely. My son will not be wanting in this world's gear and he must have a wife to match."
"I see," said I. "One with something substantial in her pocket."