"You're in a paddy just now, my dear, but when you've thought it over soberly you'll find there are a good many little obstacles in the way of that.

You haven't been brought up to rough it for one.

And Guy Ranger, as I think we settled last night, has probably married half a dozen blacks already.

It's too great a risk, Cherry-ripe! And--if I know you--you won't take it." "You don't know me," said Sylvia.

She turned, from him and went to her father.