Then, Kettle and the After-Clap could be reckoned upon as auxiliaries--Broussard swore at himself for not remembering the After-Clap's existence that afternoon; Anita was ridiculously fond of the little chap.
But Colonel Fortescue would be a hard nut to crack--Broussard threw the stump of his cigar into the fire and thought all fathers of adorable daughters highly undesirable persons.

After long and hard thinking Broussard concluded to begin at once an earnest and devoted courtship of Colonel Fortescue as the best way to win Anita.
"Because I'll have to court the old fellow anyhow, cuss him!" was Broussard's inner belief.

"Anita will expect any man she marries to be as much in love with the Colonel as she is--so here goes!" The very next morning Broussard began his open attentions to the Colonel and his secret wooing of Anita.

He had plenty of opportunities for both.
It was easy enough to see Anita every day.

Often they rode together in the gay riding parties that were among the constant amusements of the young things at the post.