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"
It
will
be
a
sad
while
before
you
can
be
married
,
Mary
,
"
said
her
father
,
not
looking
at
her
,
but
at
the
end
of
the
stick
which
he
held
in
his
other
hand
.
"
Not
a
sad
while
,
father
—
I
mean
to
be
merry
,
"
said
Mary
,
laughingly
.
"
I
have
been
single
and
merry
for
four
-
and
-
twenty
years
and
more
:
I
suppose
it
will
not
be
quite
as
long
again
as
that
.
"
Then
,
after
a
little
pause
,
she
said
,
more
gravely
,
bending
her
face
before
her
father
’
s
,
"
If
you
are
contented
with
Fred
?
"
Caleb
screwed
up
his
mouth
and
turned
his
head
aside
wisely
.
"
Now
,
father
,
you
did
praise
him
last
Wednesday
.
You
said
he
had
an
uncommon
notion
of
stock
,
and
a
good
eye
for
things
.
"
"
Did
I
?
"
said
Caleb
,
rather
slyly
.
"
Yes
,
I
put
it
all
down
,
and
the
date
,
anno
Domini
,
and
everything
,
"
said
Mary
.
"
You
like
things
to
be
neatly
booked
.
And
then
his
behavior
to
you
,
father
,
is
really
good
;
he
has
a
deep
respect
for
you
;
and
it
is
impossible
to
have
a
better
temper
than
Fred
has
.
"
"
Ay
,
ay
;
you
want
to
coax
me
into
thinking
him
a
fine
match
.
"
"
No
,
indeed
,
father
.
I
don
’
t
love
him
because
he
is
a
fine
match
.
"
"
What
for
,
then
?
"
