"MacFarlane delighted--What!--WHAT?
Oh, Jack, you rascal!--you did take my advice, did you?
Well I--well! I'll write them both--No, I'll telegraph Felicia--No, I won't!--I'll--Well!--well!--WELL! Did you ever hear anything like that ?" and again his eyes devoured the yellow slip.
Not a word of the freshet; of the frightful loss; of the change of plans for the summer; of the weeks of delay and the uncertain financial outlook! And alas, dear reader--not a syllable, as you have perhaps noticed, of poor daddy tottering on the brink of bankruptcy; nor the slightest reference to brave young women going out alone in the cold, cold world to earn their bread! What were floods, earthquakes, cyclones, poverty, debt--what was anything that might, could, would or should happen, compared to the joy of their plighted troth!.