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McCutcheon, George Barr, 1866-1928

"The Prince of Graustark"

Blithers, completely non-
plused. "She's never acted like this before, Lou."
"Some silly notion about being made a laughingstock, I gather," said
his wife. "Heaven knows I've talked to her till I'm utterly worn out.
She says she won't be bullied into even meeting the Prince, much less
marrying him. I've never known her to be so pig-headed. Usually I can
make her see things in a sensible way. She would have married the
duke, I'm sure, if--if you hadn't put a stop to it on account of his
so-called habits. She--"
"Well, it's turned out for the best, hasn't it? Isn't a prince better
than a duke?"
"You've said all that before, Will. I wanted her to run down with me
this morning to talk the ball over with Mrs. King, and what do you
think happened?"
"She wouldn't go?"
"Worse than that. She wouldn't let _me_ go. Now, things are coming to
a pretty pass when--"
"Never mind. I'll talk to her," said Mr. Blithers, somewhat bleakly
despite his confident front. "She loves her old dad. I can do
_anything_ with her."
"She's on a frightfully high horse lately," sighed Mrs.


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