"If you will only contain yourself, you will get along with your father very well," said Lady Hare. "I know him better than you. He has promised to take you to America in December. You must wait and be patient. After all, your father has a large claim upon you."
"I think you will do well to wait, my child," said the philosopher. "Jack will keep and you are both young. Fathers are like other children. They make mistakes--they even do wrong now and then. They have to be forgiven and allowed a chance to repent and improve their conduct. Your father is a good man. Try to win him to your cause."
"And die a maiden," said the girl with a sigh.
"Impossible!" Franklin exclaimed.
"I shall marry Jack or never marry. I would rather be his wife than the Queen of England."
"This is surely the age of romance," said the smiling philosopher as the ladies alighted at their door. "I wish I were young again."