"I tell you that girl would follow John Harkless to Jericho." Minnie shook her head mysteriously, and bit a thread with a vague frown.
"Well, why not ?" asked the judge crossly.
"Why wouldn't she have him, then ?" "Well, who knows he's asked her yet ?" Minnie screamed derisively at the density of man, "What made him run off that way, the night he was hurt?
Why didn't he come back in the house with her ?" "Pshaw!" "Don't you suppose a woman understands ?" "Meaning that you know more about it than I do, I presume," grunted the old gentleman.
"Yes, father," she replied, smiling benignantly upon him.
"Did she tell you ?" he asked abruptly.
"No, no.

I guess the truth is that women don't know more than men so much as they see more; they understand more without having to read about it." "That's the way of it, is it ?" he laughed.

"Well, it don't make any difference, she'll have him some time." "No, father; it's only gratitude." "Gratitude!" The judge snorted scornfully.

"Girls don't do as much as she's done for him out of gratitude.

_Look_ what she's doing; not only running the 'Herald' for him, but making it a daily, and a good daily at that.