City and town life -- Fiction; Country life -- Fiction
“Poked my nose into other people’s business? Not I. Mr. Tramlay took me
home to dinner,--say, what an outlandish way these city folks have got
of not eatin’ dinner till nigh onto bed-time!--an’ after the meal, ’long
about the edge o’ the evenin’, when Tramlay had gone for some papers to
show me, an’ the old lady was out of the room for somethin’, I took
’casion to congratulate the gal on her engagement; that’s the proper
thing in such cases made an’ purvided, you know. She looked kind o’
flabbergasted, an’ at last she said ’twas the fust she’d heerd of it. I
tried to git out of it by sayin’ if it wa’n’t true it ort to be, if
young men in York had eyes in their heads. But it didn’t seem to work.
She asked how I heerd of it, an’ I had to say that somebody in the city
had told my son about it.”
Phil frowned.
“Then,” continued the old man, “she bust out cryin’.”
“Oh, dear!” sighed Phil.
“Well,” said the old man, “I see somethin’ had to be done, so I put my
arms around her----”
“Why, father!” said Phil, in alarm.
“I put my arms around her, an’ said that when a gal was cryin’ she ort
to have her parents to comfort her, an’, as neither of ’em was present,
I hoped she’d make b’lieve for a minute or two that I was her
grandfather. So she took my advice; an’ it seemed to do her a sight o’
good.”
“What advice did you give her?” asked Phil.
“None,--in words,” said the old man. “Wait till you’re my age; then
you’ll understand.”
“I don’t see,” said Phil, after a moment or two of silence, “that things
are much better than they were. Perhaps she’s not engaged; but that
fellow Marge is hanging about her all the time. From what I’ve heard
people remark, he’s been paying attention to her for a year or two. When
the family were at our house last summer he was the only man she talked
about. I’m pretty sure, too, from what I’ve seen, that her mother favors
him. So, putting everything together, and thinking about it a good deal,
as I’ve had to do in spite of myself since I’ve been up home, I’ve made
up my mind that it’s a foregone conclusion.”
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