Mr.
Larned, I can say this--you will not go hungry any longer.

And there's something else I ought to speak of.

I am sort of aiming to marry your daughter." Deep in his potato the Congressman spoke: "What does she say about it ?" "Oh, she says there isn't a chance.

But--" "Then look out, my boy! She's made up her mind to have you." "I'm glad to hear you say that.

I really ought to tell you who I am.
Also, I want you to know that, before your daughter and I met, I wrote her seven letters--" "One minute," broke in the Texan.