"No, boy,—a Merry lover! Won't you forget your infatuation and wish me joy?"
"I shall never marry," Billy said disconsolately.
"That is what I said, twenty years ago!"
"You can't depend on girls, anyhow."
"That is what I said, twenty years ago! Won't you wish me joy? It's the first time I've ever asked you to do anything for me."
"It's asking a whole lot."
"It is,—and the greater the gift if you give it to me."
"So Merry is really going to marry you?"
Huntington nodded his head.
"Oh, well, I suppose I shall get over it."