"You're a fine boy, Sam.

I may tell you right now that I approve of both you and your decision very heartily.
I rather thought there was something in the wind that way." "Yes," confessed Sam hesitantly.

"I don't mind admitting that I have even gone so far as to pick out the girl, if she'll have me." Mr.Westlake smiled.
"I don't think there will be any trouble on that score," said he.

"Of course, Sam, I'm not going to force your confidence, or anything of that sort, but--but I want to tell you that I think you're all right," and he very solemnly shook hands with Mr.Turner.
They had just reached the top of the hill when Westlake again returned to business.
"I'm glad to know you're going to settle down, Sam," he said.

"It inspires me with more confidence in your affairs, and I may say that I stand ready to subscribe, in my daughter's name, for fifty thousand dollars' worth of the stock of your company." "Well," said Sam, giving the matter careful weight.