My Lady's Garter

"I will have him!" she declared hotly. "I will! I will! I will! And I think you're a mean old thing, so there!"

Having relieved herself of this rebellious sentiment she went out, banging the door behind her. She spent the next hour scolding her maid. The maid smiled patiently; she was used to it.

That which we are forbidden to have is that we most desire. Had Brokaw Hamilton and John Gaunt been as wise in the workings of the human heart as they were in the railroad and coal business respectively, they would have known parental objection is an infallible method of bringing doubting hearts together. For the inevitable happened.

Forty-eight hours' toil with a rhyming dictionary and thesaurus sufficed to empty Skeets Gaunt 's soul upon white paper. It was a vast bitterness, and he spread it over reams and reams; after which, practically enough, he sent a telegram to Helen. It was to this effect:

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