"What put such notions into your head, you silly child. Have I not a little wife already. But let me hear the rest of it."
Phillip Lawson indulged his pet sister in all her pastimes, and was now an attentive listener to her proposals.
"You know, Brother Phillip, there is Miss Verne—."
"Yes—go on," said the brother in a quick, nervous manner.
"And there's Jennie Montgomery and Louise Rutherford and Miss
Rushton and Josie Jordan, and—"
"I think you have got enough now to decide from."
"Well," continued Lottie, not appearing to notice the interruption.
"There is Miss Marguerite. I love her dearly. I feel like kissing
her picture every time I see it—well she is an angel, Brother
Phillip, and sometimes I think she is too good to marry anyone."
"A compliment to the sterner sex," remarked Phillip, in an undertone, then he exclaimed, "Child, where did you get such ideas?"
"Oh, I hear the girls in school nearly every day, and yesterday
Belle Morris asked me if I would like you to get married."
"I think the young ladies might find more profitable employment during study hours."