"Will you kindly tell us what kind of a man you want?"
Virginia looked up. Calmly she answered:
"I--I want a man I can love."
The clerk gave a low whistle. Sarcastically he said:
"If you can't love a man as rich as Mr. Stafford, take my advice and
go see a heart specialist."
"A girl can't love a man just because she wants to," replied Virginia
with dignity. "Love doesn't go where it's sent; it goes where it
pleases."
"That's right," interrupted Fanny. Turning to her fiance she said:
"You don't suppose I loved a fourteen-dollar-a-week shipping clerk
because I wanted to, do you?"
Jimmie squirmed in his chair.
"What?" he exclaimed.
Quickly Fanny mended matters. With a conciliatory smile she added:
"I loved him just because I had to."
Immediately placated, the young man rose and, approaching his fiancee
in a manner intended to suggest the tenderest sentiment, he stuttered:
"Same here. The first time I ever set eyes on you, Fanny, something
inside o' me said: 'Me for her!'"
The girl laughed. Placing her hand over her heart, she said mockingly:
"And something here said, 'Him for me!'"
He stooped and kissed her and, taking her hand, they sat side by side
on the sofa together in the manner of all conventional lovers.
Virginia, who had watched them with amusement, shook her head. Sadly
she said:
"My heart never said anything like _that_ to _me_."
"Then perhaps it won't be that way with you," said Jimmie.
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