"Zounds!" cried Roundjacket, betrayed by his feelings into an oath,
"don't let it, Verty! You're a fine, honest fellow, whether you're an
Indian or not; and if I had a daughter--which," added Mr. Roundjacket,
"I'm glad to say I have not--you should have her for the asking. Who
cares! you're a gentleman, every inch of you!"
"Am I?" said Verty; "I'm glad to hear that. I thought I was'nt. And
so, sir, you don't think there's any objection to my marrying?"
"Hum!--the subject of marrying again!"
"Yes, sir," Verty replied, smiling; "I thought I'd marry Redbud."
"Who? that little Redbud!"
"Yes, sir," said Verty, "I think I'm in love with her."
Roundjacket stood amazed at such extraordinary simplicity.
"Sir," he said, "whether you are an Indian by blood or not, you
certainly are by nature. Extraordinary! who ever heard of a civilized
individual using such language!"
"But you know I am not civilized, sir."
Roundjacket shook his head.
"There's the objection," he said; "it is absolutely necessary that a
man who becomes the husband of a young lady should be civilized.
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