There'd been dozens and dozens of young ladies that had flitted by in their airy frocks--and I never looked twice at them.

I never looked twice at your mother, for that matter, Mary." (A funny little twinkle came into Father's eyes.

I _love_ him with that twinkle!) "I just looked at her once--and then kept on looking till it seemed as if I just couldn't take my eyes off her.

And after a little her glance met mine--and the whole throng melted away, and there wasn't another soul in the room but just us two.

Then she looked away, and the throng came back.