"When are you to be married?" demanded that terrible Jerry.
"As soon as possible," said Miss Ponsonby. "Stephen was going away next week, but he says he will wait until I can get ready."
"Do you think your father will object this time?" I queried.
"No, I don't think so. Stephen is a rich man now, you know. That wouldn't make any difference with me—but Father is very—practical. Stephen is going to see him tomorrow."
"But what if he does object?" I persisted anxiously.
"The acacia tree will still be there," said Miss Ponsonby firmly.
The Falsoms' Christmas Dinner[ToC]
"Well, so it's all settled," said Stephen Falsom.