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I VE DONE NOTHING ELSE BUT WAIT FOR YOU FOR THE LAST YEAR, SHE SAID.
Mrs. Deane came fussily into the parlor, a stout little lady in lavender silk, with a great many dangling ornaments. Mrs. Deane's face was round, her expression childlike. She had the manner of one whose affairs had always been kindly, but firmly, arranged for her.
Stopping short at sight of the untouched tea things, she exclaimed, "Hasn't the doctor been here?"
"Yes, mother, and gone again," answered the girl. "He was late and had to hurry."
Something in the girl's tone made the mother look questioningly at her.
"Yes," said Alice, softly, "I am goihg to marry him, mother. He is coming tonight to ask your consent."
Mrs. Deane promptly kist her daughter and dissolved into tears. Alice waited composedly until her mother spoke, plaintively.
"As for asking me, of course it is only a matter of form. You always would have your own way, ever since your dear father died when you were
only five years old. I dare say I've spoiled you, but what could I do? You were just like him, and I never could manage him like some wives do their husbands, tho he was always good to me."
"You have been a good mother," said Alice, speaking as one does to a child, "but don't cry. I'm not going to die, you know, or even leave the city."
"That's so," assented Mrs. Deane, wiping her eyes, "and I love Doctor Gray like a son, already. Only I can't help wishing he had some other profession. You never can be sure of his keeping an engagement. Why, I heard of a doctor once, who got so interested in an operation that he forgot to go to his own wedding."
"Speaking of weddings," laughed Alice, "he wants ours to be in June."
"Only three months !" exclaimed the mother. "Then it must be announced at once. Will you have an engagement dinner next week?"
Mrs. Deane loved all social func