"Well, papa," said Clara, taking off her bonnet, "I've got some news for you."
"What is it?"
"I've had an offer."
"An offer? Who from?"
"Oh, from that ridiculous druggist, Cromwell."
"Well, what did you say?"
"I referred him to you. He's going to call to-morrow."
"Well, what shall I say? Just give me instructions. Do you love him?"
"Stuff and nonsense, papa! As if anybody could! Such a ridiculous creature as he is!"
"Then I am to decline the honor of his relationship?"