' He fairly beamed at me out
of that circle of red whisker, and said, 'You are a business-like woman
and I agree with you. There is no use in wasting time beating around the
bush. I came up here today to ask you to marry me.' So there it was,
Mrs. Dr. dear. I had a proposal at last, after waiting sixty-four years
for one.
"I just glared at that presumptuous creature and I said, 'I would not
marry you if you were the last man on earth, Josiah Pryor. So there you
have my answer and you can take it away forthwith.' You never saw a man
so taken aback as he was, Mrs. Dr. dear. He was so flabbergasted that he
just blurted out the truth. 'Why, I thought you'd be only too glad to
get a chance to be married,' he said. That was when I lost my head, Mrs.
Dr. dear. Do you think I had a good excuse, when a Hun and a pacifist
made such an insulting remark to me? 'Go,' I thundered, and I just
caught up that iron pot. I could see that he thought I had suddenly gone
insane, and I suppose he considered an iron pot full of boiling dye was
a dangerous weapon in the hands of a lunatic. At any rate he went, and
stood not upon the order of his going, as you saw for yourself. And I do
not think we will see him back here proposing to us again in a hurry.
No, I think he has learned that there is at least one single woman in
Glen St. Mary who has no hankering to become Mrs. Whiskers-on-the-moon.
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