That will--" "Heavens!" exclaimed Freddie, in disgust.

"You needn't do that.

I've already proposed to her five or six times." "And she--she is undecided ?" cried Brock, his eyes darkening.
"No, hang it all, she's _not_ undecided.

She's said _no_ every time.
That's why I'm up a tree, so to speak." "Oh ?" was all that Brock said.

Of course she couldn't love a creature of Freddie's stamp! He gloated! "'Gad, you're a lucky dog, Roxbury," went on Freddie enviously.