Ward.
"You see, uncle, dear," explained Betty Jo, "Auntie Sue and I were
obliged to conspire this little conspiracy against my man, because, you
know, authors are funny folk, and you never can tell exactly what they
are going to do. After giving your heart to a genius as wonderful as you
yourself know this one to be, it would be terrible to have him refuse
you just because you were the only living relative of a rich old
banker;--it would, wouldn't it, uncle, dear?"
And, really, Homer T. Ward could find reason in Betty Jo's argument,
which ended with that fatal trick question.
Taking his agreement for granted, Betty Jo continued: "And, you see,
Auntie Sue and I were simply forced to conspire a little against you,
uncle, dear, because you know perfectly well that, much as I needed the
advantage of associating with such an author-man in the actual writing
of his book, you would never, never have permitted me to fall in love
with him before you had discovered for yourself what a great man he
really is, and I simply had to fall in love with him because God made
me to take care of a genius of some sort. And if you don't believe that,
you can ask Judy. Judy has found out a lot about God lately.
"You won't think I am talking nonsense, or am belittling the occasion
will you, uncle, dear?" she added anxiously. "I am not,--truly, I am
not,--I am very serious.
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