A Lawyer's Daughter
“I am a lawyer’s daughter, you know, George, dear,”
she said, after George had proposed and had been accepted, “and
you wouldn’t think it strange if I were to ask you to sign a little
paper to the effect that we are engaged, would you?” George was
too happy to think anything strange just then, and he signed the paper
with a trembling hand and a bursting heart. Then she laid her ear against
his middle vest button, and they were very, very happy. “Tell
me, darling,” said George, after a long, delicious silence, “why
did you want me to sign that paper? Do you not repose implicit confidence
in my love for you?” “Ah, yes,” she sighed with infinite
content, “indeed I do; but, George, dear, I have been fooled so
many times.”
