"What, sir?"
"Your husband."
"But, father," cried Dolly, while her cheeks covered themselves with the most brilliant roses, "I cannot choose what is not presented to my choice!"
"No, child; take what is. That's what I am thinking of. Good enough too. Don't you like the ticket you have drawn?"
"Father," said Dolly, turning the tables now on her side, and laying her face in his neck, "I wish you would have nothing to do with lotteries or gaming!"
"I have nothing to do with lotteries, child."
"But with gaming?"
"What put such a thing into your head?"
Dolly hesitated, strained him a little closer in her embrace, and did not answer directly.
"Father, I wish you would!"