to have all the proceeds beyond a certain sum that the others will agree upon."
"The thing seems pretty well settled between you and your gallant hominies," growled Uncle Dan, trying to be severe.
"No; it's all settled in my own mind, but I haven't breathed a word of it to anybody but you. And of course you have got to say yes, before I shall take any steps!"
Superficially regarded, this seemed like a concession; but the Colonel knew better. "You have got to say yes!" To his ears it sounded like the fiat of inexorable fate, and he only gazed, with a look of comical deprecation at the youthful orator who was gesticulating with the lace fichu, to the destruction of its carefully laid folds.
"Polly, your father would not listen to such a thing for a moment," he jerked out, getting very red in the face.
"But he won't have to; he never need know a word about it!" Alas, that was
