| "Lady once loved a pig. |
| 'Honey,' said she, |
| 'Pig, will you marry me?'— |
"You grunt!" she bade him.
He strove to turn his face away.
"Grunt," she besought. "Grunt, Pig; Perfect Pig! Grunt now or forever hold your peace."
Then the clinging hands slipped forward, the soft arms closed about his neck, and she was sobbing with her cheek pressed close to his cheek.
"I won't let you go. I won't! Never, never, never!"
"But I don't know what I'm to say to your father, darling," he said, as the grinding of the tender against the wharf brought them back to realities.
"Leave him to me," she bade him. "I'm going to send for him and Judge Enderby now."
The two appeared promptly.
"Dad," she said, "you remember what you said about the house on Battery Place?"