"Oh, I beg your pardon!" she exclaimed, pausing on the
threshold. "I thought you were alone, papa."
"It is only I, Jane," said Canler, who had risen, "won't you
come in and join the family group? We were just speaking of you."
"Thank you," said Jane, entering and taking the chair Canler
placed for her. "I only wanted to tell papa that Tobey is
coming down from the college tomorrow to pack his books. I
want you to be sure, papa, to indicate all that you can do
without until fall. Please don't carry this entire library to
Wisconsin, as you would have carried it to Africa, if I had
not put my foot down."
"Was Tobey here?" asked Professor Porter.
"Yes, I just left him. He and Esmeralda are exchanging
religious experiences on the back porch now."
"Tut, tut, I must see him at once!" cried the professor.
"Excuse me just a moment, children," and the old man
hastened from the room.
As soon as he was out of earshot Canler turned to Jane.
"See here, Jane," he said bluntly. "How long is this thing
going on like this? You haven't refused to marry me, but you
haven't promised either. I want to get the license tomorrow,
so that we can be married quietly before you leave for Wisconsin.
I don't care for any fuss or feathers, and I'm sure you
don't either."
The girl turned cold, but she held her head bravely.
"Your father wishes it, you know," added Canler.
"Yes, I know."
She spoke scarcely above a whisper.
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