I can't quite understand why I didn't lose my head too. I came
mighty near it once or twice. But the minute I'd think of that boy
here in Green Valley I'd grow cool and calm. That's all that saved me,
I believe. But father was quite taken with him and being a man he felt
sure that I must be. He was so sure that my maiden days were over that
he dared to be funny. One day he sent up these three brand new trunks
to the hotel. Said I might as well get my trousseau while I was
gadding about this time. Well--I was pretty mad for a minute. But I
concluded that father wasn't the only one in our family who is fond of
a joke. So I just blushed properly and went off shopping. And I tell
you, Grandma, Green Valley will just grow cross-eyed looking at the
pretties that I have in these treasure chests. I showed Dad every
mortal thing I bought and asked his advice and was oh, so shy--and
wondered if he just _could_ let me spend so much; and Dad just laughed
and said he guessed an only daughter could be a bit extravagant, and to
just go ahead. So I smiled again shyly and demurely and went ahead.
And when not so much as a bit of ribbon or a chiffon veil could be
squeezed in anywhere I shut those trunks and sat on them and swung my
feet and bet Dad that I wouldn't marry that boy after all.
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