“Oh, mama,” she cried, rushing into her mother’s room, and flinging her arms around her mother’s neck, “He loves me! He loves me!”
“My dear child, I’m so glad! Has he told you? Has he asked you to be his wife?”
“No, but he’s down in the library learning to play chess with papa.”
“If I had only known that this pleasure was in store for me,” said the doctor, as he shook hands cordially with his wife’s cousins, “I should certainly have arranged my business so as to be home earlier.”
“Why, pa,” piped up little Tommy, “don’t you remember that ma told you they were coming, and you said, ‘Oh, the devil!’”
A minister of a fashionable church had always left the greeting of strangers to be attended to by the ushers until he read some newspaper articles in reference to the matter.
“Suppose a representative should visit our church,” said his wife. “Wouldn’t it be awful?”
“It would,” the minister admitted.