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There is a mirror over the drawing room mantle, and he
turned me around until we both faced it.
"Up to my ears," he said, referring to my heighth." And
Lovers already! Well, I daresay we must make up our minds to
lose you."
"I won't be lost," I declared, almost violently. "Of
course, if you intend to shove me off your hands, to the first
Idiot who comes along and pretends a lot of stuff, I----"
"My dear child!" said father, looking surprised. "Such an
outburst! All I was trying to say, before your mother comes
down, is that I--well, that I understand and that I shall not
make my little girl unhappy by--er--by breaking her Heart."
"Just what do you mean by that, father?"
He looked rather uncomfortable, being one who hates to talk
sentament.
"It's like this, Barbara," he said. "If you want to marry
this young man--and you have made it very clear that you do--I
am going to see that you do it. You are young, of course, but
after all your dear mother was not much older than you are when
I married her."
"Father!" I cried, from an over-flowing heart.


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