"You have promised to marry him," she said in a whisper.
"He asked me again this evening. I could not put him off," Madeline confessed, also in a whisper.
"Coquette! Did you want to put him off?"
"N—no."
"Oh, oh! he is a Yankee."
"I love him."
"He may take you away to his hard, his cold New England."
"We are to live here with you."
"Without consulting me? Fie! what aggressive children!"
"You are glad, mama. Why are you so glad I'm to be married?"