But when it comes to his lifting his eyes to her, to her--by the Lord Harry, Jack, nobody shall have her, rich or poor, good or bad.

I don't care if he's a prince, or an angel from heaven.

Don't I know what men are?
I'm going to keep my angel of a child a while myself.
I'll tell you one thing, sir, and that is, Lucina thinks more to-day of her old father than any man living; I'll bet you a thousand she does!" Squire Eben's voice fairly broke with loving emotion and indignation.
"Can't take you up, Eben," said the Colonel, dryly; "I'd be too darned sure to lose, and I couldn't pay a dollar; but--to-morrow's coming." Squire Eben Merritt stood looking at his friend, a frown of jealous reverie on his open face.

Suddenly, with no warning, as if from a sudden uplifting of the spirit, it cleared away.

He laughed out his great hearty laugh.