"Father, I want you to hitch Kitty to the buggy for me."
"Why, of course. Where are you goin', Rose?"
"I'm going to the Siding to post a letter. O, pappa John!" she cried suddenly, putting her arms round him, "I'm going to be married."
John did not instantly comprehend her passion; he was slower to move, but he said:
"Why, Rosie! When? Who to?"
"To a man in Chicago, Mr. Warren Mason, a great editor. I'm just writing to him to come."
John began to feel the solemnity of the thought.
"Does he live in Chicago?"
"Yes." She understood his thought. "But we'll come and see you, summers, just the same, pappa John."
"Well, I'll take the letter down."