“Thirty-two!” said the father, rising angrily and pacing the floor.
“Yes, thirty-two. I remember all of them distinctly.”
Her father came over to her, half coaxingly, half seriously. “Mildred, I wish his visits to cease; people will imagine there is a romantic attachment between you.”
“There is, father,” out it came, “he loves me and I love him.”
Father I will obey you implicitly
“What!” shouted Mr. Wallace, and then severely, “this must cease immediately.”
She rose quietly and led her father over to the mantel. Placing a hand on each of his shoulders she said:
“Father, I will obey you implicitly if you can name a reasonable objection to the man I love. But you can not. I love him with my whole soul. I love him for the nobility of his character, and because there is none other in the world for him, nor for me.”