"Father," she said in her clear, musical voice, sweet as a bird's notes,—"father, suppose we get out of the current?"
"What current do you mean? It makes a great confusion to try to have your meals at a different hour from the rest of the world."
"I don't mean that, father."
"What have you come up to town for?"
"To see about it," said Dolly, with a smile that dimpled her cheeks most charmingly, and covered the anxiety she did not want to show.
"To see about what? Dolly, you are grown a woman."
"Yes, father."
"And, I declare you're a beautiful woman, child. It's time we were thinking of getting you married."
"You're not in a hurry, are you, father?"
"In a hurry!" said Mr. Copley, gazing at her admiringly. "Why, yes. I want you to be married while you can choose your place in the world, and enjoy it when you have got it. And you can choose now, Dolly."