The Real Adventure by Henry Kitchell Webster
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"Oh, I haven't learned yet to talk to him when any one else is around,"
Rose admitted. "There's so little to say, and it doesn't seem worth the bother. But, truly, I do like him, mother. I like everything about him. I love his looks--I don't mean just his eyes and nose and mouth. I like the shape of his ears, and his hands. I like his big loud voice"--her own broadened a little as she added, "and the way he swears. Oh, not at me, mother! Just when he gets so interested in what he's saying that he forgets I'm a lady. "And I like the way he likes to fight--not with his fists, I mean, necessarily. He's got the most wonderful mind to--wrestle with, you know. I love to start an argument with him, just to see how easy it is for him to--roll me in the dirt and walk all over me." The mother freed herself from the girl's embrace, rose and walked away to another chair. "If you'll talk rationally and seriously, my dear," she said, "we can continue the conversation. But this flippant, rather--vulgar tone you're taking, pains me very much." The girl flushed to the hair. "I didn't know I was being flippant and vulgar," she said. "I didn't mean to be. I was just trying to tell you--all about it." "You've told me," said her mother, "that Mr. Aldrich has asked you to marry him and that you've consented. It seems to me you have done so hastily and thoughtlessly. He's told you he loves you, I've no doubt, but I don't see how it's possible for you to feel sure on such short acquaintance." "Why, of course he's told me," Rose said, a little bewildered. "He can't |
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