“Oh! my beauty, the sight of your face gives me new life!” he cried smiling with love and admiration.
“You mustn’t try to spoil me!” she laughed.
“Did you really have a good time in Dixie?” he whispered.
“Oh! Papa, such a time!” she exclaimed shutting her eyes as though she were trying to live it over again.
“Really?”
“Beaux, morning, noon and night,—dancing, moonlight rides, boats gliding along the beautiful river and mocking birds singing softly their love-song under the window all night!”
“Well you did have romance,” he declared.
“Yes,” she went on “and such people, such hospitality—oh! I feel as though I never had lived before.”
“My dear, you mustn’t desert us all like that,” he protested.
“I can’t help it, I’m a rebel now.”