“I’d like to know what’s running about in that mad head of yours, Bab,” he said. “Of course if you say so I’ll try, but don’t count to much on it. I don’t beleive she’ll have me. But why this unseemly haste?”
So I told him, and he understood perfectly, although I did not say that I had already plited my troth.
“Of course,” he said. “If that fails there is another method of aranging things, although you may not care to have the Funeral Baked Meats set fourth to grace the Marriage Table. If she refuses me, we might become engaged. You and I.”
To proposals in one day. Ye gods!
I was obliged therfore to tell him I was already engaged, and he looked very queer, especialy when I told him to whom it was.
“Pup!” he said, in a manner which I excused because of his natural feelings at being preceded. “And of course this is the real thing?”
“I am not one to change easily, Carter,” I said. “When I give I give freely. A thing like this, with me, is to Eternaty, and even beyond.”
He is usualy most polite, but he got up then and said:
“Well, I’m dammed.”
He went away soon after, and left Sis and me to sit alone, not speaking, because when she is angry she will not speak to me for days at a time. But I found a Magazine picture of a Duchess in a nurse’s dress and wearing a fringe, which is English for bangs, and put it on her dressing table.