"Oh, oh!" he cried. "That was a hard hit."
"You're not really lazy, you know," she pursued, coolly. "You only haven't been 'woke up' yet."
"I believe that's worse than your former statement," he cried, rather ruefully now. "I suppose I do drift with the current."
"Well!"
"What kind of a fellow do you expect to marry, Janice?" he asked, with a twinkle in his eye.
"Why, I'll tell you," said the girl, practically and without a shadow of false modesty. "I expect a man to prove himself good for something in the world before he even asks me to marry him."
"Goodness me! he must be a millionaire, or president, or something like that?" chuckled Nelson.
"Nothing at all so great," she returned, with some heat. "I don't care if he's right down poor, if only he has been successful in accomplishing some really hard thing—something that shows the metal he's made of. No namby-pamby young man for me. No, sir! They can keep away," and Janice ended her rather serious speech with a laugh and a toss of her head.
"I shall bear your strictures in mind, Miss Day," declared Haley, with mock gravity. "I see very plainly what you mean. The young St. George who wears your colors must have slain his dragon."
"At least," Janice returned, softly, "he must have shown his willingness to kill the horrid thing."