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McCutcheon, George Barr, 1866-1928

"Mr. Bingle"

We can't have Diggs dying of old age
while we are discussing what is to become of him. It is your duty to
marry Diggs at once. You must remember that I do not want you in my
employ. You must not forget that I told you so six months ago and that
I even tried to lock you out. Now, you certainly do not care to work
for a man who despises you, who doesn't want you around, who is doing
his level best to get rid of you, who--"
"Oh, shucks, Mr. Bingle!" cried Melissa, with her comely grin. "Sit
down and have your breakfast now. Don't worry about Mr. Diggs. He is
having the time of his life courting me. At least, he acts as if he
is. It won't hurt him to be engaged for a couple of years."
"But see how happy Watson is."
"I see all right," she said shrewdly; "and it won't hurt Mr. Diggs to
see how happy he is, either."
"You are the most selfish girl I've ever known, Melissa," said he
quaintly. "You won't let anybody else have a thing to say about it,
will you?"
"No, sir," said Melissa. "I'm a perfect brute."
Mr. Epps was a regular visitor.


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