The Wishing-Ring Man by Margaret Widdemer
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"There is no excuse for it, unless you were engaged to be married,
dear, and going on a visit to your prospective people-in-law," she said. "I couldn't let you go off without me otherwise." It was too tempting. Before she thought, Joy had spoken. "If I were, would it be all right?" she asked. Grandfather answered her, somewhat at length. "My dear child, you know my feelings about love. I myself married your grandmother after a two days' courtship, when she was seventeen and I was twenty-one; and I may say that I have never regretted it--nor, I hope, has she. If you were affianced, nothing should cause me to interfere with the course of true love. Your grandmother and I would let you go to visit his people willingly. Your assurance that you loved him----" Joy leaned forward, her eyes blazing with excitement. "And suppose I told you I was engaged, would you let me go to visit Phyllis, if she lived near him, and--and his people were so situated that he couldn't have me?" Grandfather was perfectly certain that Joy was no more engaged than old Elizabeth the cook was, and he went on placidly with his hypothetical case, which was also his hobby. "If I had met the young man, received him socially, even once, my child, you may be sure, under those circumstances, you might go. One |
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