"
"I believe a daughter has a right to advise her mother concerning
a stranger, Mr. Crabtree."
"A stranger!"
"Well, an outsider -- if you like that better."
"I am no outsider. I've known your mother for years. I might
have married her, instead of your father doing so, if he hadn't
played an underhanded trick which --"
"Stop, Sir . You shall not say a word against, my father."
"Good for Dora!" thought Dick. "She's the right kind."
"Your mother is quite willing to marry me, and as a dutiful
daughter you should bow to her wishes."
"Mother is not herself, Mr. Crabtree. Ever since father died she
has been upset by business matters, and you have pestered the life
out of her. If you would only go away for a month or so and give
her time to think it over, I am sure she would end this matter
between you."
"Tut, tut, child, you do not know what you are talking about!
Your mother has given me her word, and you ought to bow to the
inevitable."
"She has not yet married you, Sir, and until she is actually bound
to you there will still be hope for her."
"This is -- is outrageous!" cried Josiah Crabtree wrathfully. "Do
you think I will allow a mere slip of a girl to stand between me
and my plans? Just wait until I am your father --"
"You shall never take the place of my dear dead father, Mr.
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