Something told me, Mrs. Dr. dear, that I was about to
receive my first proposal. I have always thought that I would like to
have just one offer of marriage to reject, so that I might be able to
look other women in the face, but you will not hear me bragging of this.
I consider it an insult and if I could have thought of any way of
preventing it I would. But just then, Mrs. Dr. dear, you will see I was
at a disadvantage, being taken so completely by surprise. Some men, I am
told, consider a little preliminary courting the proper thing before a
proposal, if only to give fair warning of their intentions; but
Whiskers-on-the-moon probably thought it was any port in a storm for me
and that I would jump at him. Well, he is undeceived--yes, he is
undeceived, Mrs. Dr. dear. I wonder if he has stopped running yet."
"I understand that you don't feel flattered, Susan. But couldn't you
have refused him a little more delicately than by chasing him off the
premises in such a fashion?"
"Well, maybe I might have, Mrs. Dr. dear, and I intended to, but one
remark he made aggravated me beyond my powers of endurance. If it had
not been for that I would not have chased him with my dye-pot. I will
tell you the whole interview. Whiskers sat down, as I have said, and
right beside him on another chair Doc was lying. The animal was
pretending to be asleep but I knew very well he was not, for he has been
Hyde all day and Hyde never sleeps.
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