“Oh, sir, how cruel of you!” she gasped. “It was only a joke of mine. . . . I always intended to tell you. . . . It was very foolish, but it seemed so funny. . . . You see, I thought it was . . . the dress you had bought for your future intended--some young lady you were going to marry!” “It is!” said the president quietly, and he closed the door behind her. And it was. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Openings in the Old Trail, by Bret Harte