A FAVOR TO SHOOT HER
"Then, let's not say anything about it till after the wedding."
"All right. Anyhow, you can wear a net, filled with hair out of the sofa."
"And, daddy, I think, in a very little while, you might speak to Parr Kellermann."
"All in good time. I got to get it through Dave that you are going to marry him, by fair means or foul, and behave yourself first."
"And last, too, daddy," she laughs.
I was trying hard to go.
"And, daddy, dear daddy, do you think you could get Jon and Dave to stay in the house for a while? As long as I am sick?"
"Why?" says I.
"Never mind that—if your skull's so thick! Just get them to do it. If nothing else will do, say that I asked it. If they will, they may come here every day and be with me! Then I'll be sure."
"My," says I, "do you think anything else is needed? That's enough."
"Daddy, dear," whispers Evelyn, "put Dave's horse back in the stable. He's in Harg's woods."
