Rolliffe, dropping into a
chair. "Susan, do you think it is becoming and seemly for a young
woman---"
"Oh, mother dear, there's no use of your trying to make a prim
Puritan maiden of me. Zeb doesn't fight like a deacon, and I can't
love like one. Ha! ha! ha! to think that great soldier is afraid
of little me, and nothing else! It's too funny and heavenly---"
"Susan, I am dumfounded at your behavior!"
At this moment Mr. Rolliffe came in from the wood-lot, and he was
dazed by the wonderful news also. In his eagerness to get even
with Zeb, the cobbler enlarged and expatiated till he was hoarse.
When he saw that the parents were almost as proud as the daughter
over their prospective son-in-law, he relapsed into his old
taciturnity, declaring he had talked enough for a month.
Susie, the only child, who apparently had inherited all the fire
and spirit of her fighting ancestors, darted out, and soon
returned with her rosebud of a face enveloped in a great calyx of
a woollen hood.
"Where are you going?" exclaimed her parents.
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