"That's bad."
"But she's older than she looks."
"That's worse; you'd grow tired of her."
"No, no; I don't mean she's older than she looks; her mind is older than her looks."
"Women with minds make troublesome wives. I have refused to let Vincent marry several of that kind."
"But, my girl hasn't got that kind of mind; it is all sweetness and wit and gayety and loveliness and—and—"
"Your girl? Who gave her to you?"
"Love gave her to me."
"Oh, well, since love gave her to you, I don't see how I can be of any service. Down here the mother always gives the girl, unless she have no mother; then some other kin gives her. But if your girl has all these qualities you describe, I advise you to get her into your own keeping just as soon as you can, for that's the sort of girl all the fellows about here are seeking."
"Very well, I'm ready. Will you help me? It comes back where we started."