"Gipsy, marriage is a solemn subject."
"Shockingly solemn, Guardy. And who are you thinking of marrying?"
"I'm thinking of marrying you——"
"Marrying me? Oh, Jerusalem! Well, if aunty consents, I'm willing. La! won't it be fun? Just fancy Louis calling me grandmother! Ha, ha!
"Hush, you chatterbox—don't interrupt me. As I was saying, I have been thinking of marrying you to some discreet, sensible man. You are too wild and giddy, and you must get married and settle down."
"Just so, Guardy; I've been thinking of it myself."
"Now, there's Doctor Wiseman, for instance. He'd be an excellent husband for you. He's a pleasant gentleman, possessing many sound, sterling qualities, learned, and not bad looking——"
"Exactly, Guardy—useful as well as ornamental. For instance, he'd do to put in a corn-field to scare away the crows."
"Don't be impertinent, Miss Gower! Doctor Wiseman is a serious man, self-balanced and grave——"
"Grave! I guess so! He always reminds me of death and his scythe whenever I see him."