"Will you three nice people dine and do a play with me?"
"You must leave me out," said Quinney.
Posy answered for her mother and herself:
"We shall be delighted, Mr. Hunsaker."
The young man shook hands. He seemed to hold Posy's hand a thought longer than was necessary. Quinney chuckled, because he was thinking that if his Posy were to be taken away by some enterprising young man she might well be captured by Cyrus P. Hunsaker, of Hunsaker. Inspired by this thought he enjoined his daughter to accompany the visitor as far as the shop. Characteristically, he blurted out what was in his mind, as soon as he found himself alone with Susan.
"He's taken a shine to our girl, Susie."
"Fiddle!" said Susan, for the second time.
"Stoopid expression! You must break yourself of that. I tell you it's true. Couldn't ask for nothing better. Fine upstanding young chap."
"A foreigner!"
"Nonsense. They could spend half their time over here. You might give the child a hint. Tell her to play up."