--"Why, he will fall in love with you right out of hand! I think you
will like my father, Ida. He--well, he's a taking sort of fellow;
everybody likes him who knows him--really knows him--and speaks well of
him. Yes, I'm proud of him, and I feel as safe as if he were here to
say, in his hearty, earnest way: 'I wish you good luck, Stafford! And
may God bless you, my dear!'"
He flushed and laughed as if a little ashamed of his emotional way of
putting it.
"He's full of--of the milk of human kindness, is my father," he said,
with a touch of simplicity which was one of the thousand and fifteen
reasons why Ida loved him.
She gazed up at him thoughtfully and sighed.
"I hope he will like me," she said, all the pride which usually
characterized her melted by her love. "I am sure that I shall like
him--for loving you."
"You will see," said Stafford, confidently. "He will be as proud as a
duke about you. You won't mind if he shows it a little plainly and
makes a little fuss, Ida? He's--well, he's used to making the most of a
good thing when he has it--it's the life he has led which has rather
got him into the way of blowing a trumpet, you know--and he'll want a
whole orchestra to announce you.
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