But why, oh why, can't
you let me choose for myself? I don't object to having a title, but I
do object to having a husband that I don't want and who certainly
could not, by any chance, want me. You think that I am in love with
Channie Scoville. Well, I'm not. I am very fond of him, that's all,
and if it came to a pinch I would marry him in preference to any
prince on the globe. To-day I met a couple of girls who were at the
ball. They told me that the Prince is adorable. They are really quite
mad about him, and one of them had the nerve to ask what it was going
to cost dad to land him. _Town Truth_ says he is to cost ten
millions! Well, you may just tell dad that I'll help him to practice
economy. He needn't pay a nickle for my husband--when I get him. The
world is small. It may be that I shall come upon this same Prince
Charming some place before it is too late, and fall in love with him
all of a heap. Loads of silly girls do fall in love with fairy
princes, and I'm just as silly as the rest of them. Ever since I was
a little kiddie I've dreamed of marrying a real, lace-and-gold
Prince, the kind Miranda used to read about in the story books.
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