Of course, if either of the girls was to go, Dahlia was the person.

The farmer commenced his usual process of sitting upon the idea.

That it would be policy to attach one of the family to this chirping old miser, he thought incontestable.

On the other hand, he had a dread of London, and Dahlia was surpassingly fair.

He put the case to Robert, in remembrance of what his wife had spoken, hoping that Robert would amorously stop his painful efforts to think fast enough for the occasion.