"Don't you like him?" said Lois, with a furtive smile, glancing up at her sister now from under lowered eyelids.
"Like him! I never saw the man yet, that I liked as well as my liberty."
"Liberty!"
"Yes. Have you forgotten already what that means? O Lois! have you said yes to that man? Why, I am always afraid of him, every time I see him."
"Afraid of him?"
"Yes. I get over it after he has been in the room a while; but the next time I see him it comes back. O Lois! are you going to let him have you?"
"Madge, you are talking most dreadful nonsense. You never were afraid of anybody in your life; and of him least of all."
"Fact, though," said Madge, beginning at her bonnet again. "It's the way his head is set on his shoulders, I suppose. If I had known what was happening, while I was listening to Mme. Cisco's screeching!"—
"You couldn't have helped it."
"And now, now, actually you belong to somebody else! Lois, when are you going to be married?"