I didn't like it.

But it didn't last, anyhow, very long--just three weeks, I believe.

Then I broke it off," she finished, with unsmiling mouth, but dancing eyes.
"Billy!" protested Aunt Hannah, feebly.
"But I _am_ glad only the family knew about my engagement to Uncle William--oh, Aunt Hannah, you don't know how good it does seem to call him 'Uncle' again.

It was always slipping out, anyhow, all the time we were engaged; and of course it was awful then." "That only goes to prove, my dear, how entirely unsuitable it was, from the start." A bright color flooded Billy's face.
"I know; but if a girl _will_ think a man is asking for a wife when all he wants is a daughter, and if she blandly says 'Yes, thank you, I'll marry you,' I don't know what you can expect!" "You can expect just what you got--misery, and almost a tragedy," retorted Aunt Hannah, severely.
A tender light came into Billy's eyes.
"Dear Uncle William! What a jewel he was, all the way through! And he'd have marched straight to the altar, too, with never a flicker of an eyelid, I know--self-sacrificing martyr that he was!" "Martyr!" bristled Aunt Hannah, with extraordinary violence for her.
"I'm thinking that term belonged somewhere else.

A month ago, Billy Neilson, you did not look as if you'd live out half your days.