A greyish-haired man lurched forward, holding his cap in his hand.
"Come, sirrah! look sharp and choose your daughter a husband."
The boor seemed inclined, however, to take his time. He began to tick off the candidates one by one.
"One—two—three! Not one of you has much to bless himself with." At last he pitched upon
a son-in-law agreeable to him—a short, thick-set lout who happened to have a well-to-do father.
"Well, are you content to have him?" inquired Master Jock of the girl.
Susie blushed up to the ears and replied in a scarcely audible voice—
"I would rather have Martin!"
At this the whole company laughed heartily.
"Then why send for your father?" said they.