"
"Thank God that it is so; and may he, darling, grant them such
happiness as he has given us."
"Amen! And, Fred, he--James" (Josephine prefers to call him James; she
thinks Jim undignified) "is not really homely. He isn't an Adonis, of
course, and doesn't impress one especially at first glance, but anyone
who looks at him twice can see that he is very intelligent, and that he
has the appearance of a gentleman."
"Right you are, my dear. Perhaps I was unconsciously comparing him
with the young man whom I met strolling with your other daughter not
many days ago."
"With Winona? When?" she asked with a start.
"About dusk."
"No, no, on what day?"
"Let me see. It must have been a week ago yesterday."
"Who was he? Why didn't you tell me before?"
"He was tall, handsome, and impressive-looking," I replied, with quiet
deliberation.
"What _do_ you mean, Fred? How slow you are. Do go on."
"As to telling you before, I thought it best to wait until you had one
of your girls off your mind. As to being slow, I have told you all
there is to tell already. I met Winona about dusk a week ago yesterday
in the company of a tall, handsome, impressive-looking young man whom I
had never seen in my life. I don't know where they were going or where
they came from or what it meant.
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