"I've been badgered within an inch of my life by confounded women in shabby dresses and poky bonnets all day.

Out of two or three bushels of chaff I only found one grain of wheat." "And that one ?" "Her earthly name is Susan Sharpe, and she rejoices in red hair and green glasses, and the blood and brawn and muscle of a gladiator--a treasure who doesn't object to a howling wilderness or a raving-mad patient.

I clinched her at once." "And she goes with you--when ?" "To-morrow morning.

If Mollie's still obdurate, I must leave her in this woman's charge, and return to town.

As soon as I can settle my affairs, I will go back to the farm and be off with my bride to Havana." "Always supposing she will not consent to return with you to New York in that character ?" "Of course.