e had it out
together, and made it up, and kissed, and you shan't scold me any more."

"I dunno 'bout that," said the trainer, walking round his daughter
admiringly, while she mockingly and mincingly drew herself up to be
inspected, looking as if she were on a London stage, the focus of every
eye in an applauding house.

"Ah, it's all very well for you to come kittening round me, my gal, but
it warn't square, after what I've done, for you to go courting and
marrying on the sly."

"But I had hundreds of offers and heaps of presents from all over
London, dad, and I wouldn't take one of them--the offers, I mean."

"Of course; but you took the presents--"

The girl nodded and winked merrily.

"You didn't send them back?"

"Likely!" said the girl. "But lots of 'em were stupid bunches of
flowers, bouquets--buckets--and they were all squirmy next day."

"But to go and get married to a little bit of a boy like that!"

"But I was obliged to marry somebody, daddy," cried the girl,
petulantly. "And you saw how he used to admire me and be always
coming."

"Of course, my gal, but I didn't think it meant any more than lots more
did."

"But we just matched so nicely, daddy."

"Humph!" in a regular bearish grunt.

"And we did love one another so."

"Yah! Sweetstuff! Well, it's done, and it can't be undone."

"No, dad. I don't want it to be, and you won't when you get used to
Syd. Now you're going to be a good loving old boy and say no more about
it."

"I dunno so much about that."

"You'd better, dad."

"Oh, had I?"

"Yes; if you don't kiss me again and be friends I'll cry, and spoil
everything I've got on, and won't go to the races."

"You'd better!"

"I will," cried the girl, with her eyes flashing, and her little
cupid-bow-like mouth compressed in a look of determination. "No, I
won't. I'll go into hysterics, and scream the house down. I'll make
such a scene!"

"You be quiet, you saucy hussy. There, it's the races, and I've got a
lot of business to see to. But, look here, your place is along with
your husband."

"Well, that's where I'm going to be," said the girl, with a merry look.
"I went over on my bike this morning and saw him."

"Oh, that's where you were off to?"

"Yes, and Syd's promised to be a good boy, and come over to see you
to-day and have it out."

"Oh, is he? Well, that's right, but I don't want him to-day. I'm too
busy. Look ye here, though, my gal, I mean to see tha