How did he look?"
"I dare say he looked about as he always does--a little pale around the
gills, perhaps, as one usually does when one's performing an unpleasant
duty!"
"Dad!"
"You don't mean to say you think he enjoyed it?"
"They--they always have to do it in Europe," faltered Sue.
"So I understand. But he said he hadn't told you."
"He hasn't--he hasn't said a word."
"Oh--_you_ just sort of scented it in the air, I suppose--sort of saw it
coming."
"Every woman can tell when a man is in l-love with her," explained
Susie, with dignity, but boggling a little at the crucial word. "What
did you tell him, dad?"
"I told him to take you and welcome."
"Now, dad, you mustn't tease!"
"Well, then, I told him he'd better see you first, since you're the
party principally concerned."
"But you like him?"
"Immensely!"
Susie's arms were about his neck, and her cheek was against his cheek,
and a pearly tear plashed down upon his shirt-front.
"Oh, you dear dad!" she cried. "I knew you'd like him!"
"He seems a pretty straight sort of fellow," observed her father, "he
looks clean, and he talks like a man."
"And you won't mind so very much?"
"Not if it makes you happy, my dear. All girls have to marry sometime, I
suppose. You'll be rather farther away from me than I could wish, but I
dare say the Prince will let me come over and stay in his castle
occasionally, and eat at the second table--"
"_Let_ you! Why, he'll _beg_ you to.
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