I thought I was'nt.

And so, sir, you don't think there's any objection to my marrying ?" "Hum!--the subject of marrying again!" "Yes, sir," Verty replied, smiling; "I thought I'd marry Redbud." "Who?
that little Redbud!" "Yes, sir," said Verty, "I think I'm in love with her." Roundjacket stood amazed at such extraordinary simplicity.
"Sir," he said, "whether you are an Indian by blood or not, you certainly are by nature.

Extraordinary! who ever heard of a civilized individual using such language!" "But you know I am not civilized, sir." Roundjacket shook his head.
"There's the objection," he said; "it is absolutely necessary that a man who becomes the husband of a young lady should be civilized.

But let us dismiss this subject--Redbud! Excuse me, Mr.Verty, but you are a very extraordinary young man;--to have you for--well, well.

Don't allude to that again." "To what, sir ?" "To Redbud." "Why, sir ?" "Because I have nothing to do with it.