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Show COULDN'T REFUSE. "Sit down," said the fierce old man, and the trembling youth obeyed. "Well, what is it?" The unhappy young man cleared his throat. "I have come, thatMS, I'have come, he began in stammering accents, "to ask you for the hand of your daughter, daugh-ter, Ruth." Th old man leaned back in his chair and intently regarded his visitor. "Does my daughter want you? he "Yes sir: I am sure she does," the youth 'replied, with some eagerness. "She sent me to you." The old man sighed. "The whims of that child are really unaccountable," he muttered. "It seems but a day or two ago that she cried for a doll. Then it was a pony. Now it is a monkey. Of course, she'll have to have it if she wants it That's all. Good day." |