looking at her father: ``He has called
thirty-two times; there are thirty-one
cards here and on one occasion he forgot
his card-case.''

``Thirty-two!'' said the father, rising
angrily and pacing the floor.

``Yes, thirty-two. I remember all
of them distinctly.''

Her father came over to her, half
coaxingly, half seriously. ``Mildred, I
wish his visits to cease; people will
imagine there is a romantic attachment
between you.''

``There is, father,'' out it came, ``he
loves me and I love him.''

``What!'' shouted Mr. Wallace, and
then severely, ``this must cease immediately.''

She rose quietly and led her father
over to the mantel. Placing a hand on
each of his shoulders she said:

``Father, I will obey you implicitly
if you can name a reasonable objection
to the man I love. But you can not.