My dear, I am going too fast. I should tell you that Mr. Quincy P. Morris found me alone. It seems that a man can always find a girl alone. Actually, that's not true. Arthur tried twice before he got a chance to be alone with me, even with me helping him all I could. (I am not ashamed to say that now.) Now, Mr. Morris doesn't always speak slang. He never talks slang to strangers or in front of them, because he is really well-educated and has wonderful manners. But he found out that it amused me to hear him talk American slang. So whenever there is no-one else there to be shocked, he says such funny things. I think he invents it all, for it fits exactly with whatever else he has to say. But I suppose that slang is like that. I do not know if I shall ever speak slang. I do not know if Arthur likes it, because I have never yet heard him use any.

Well, Mr. Morris sat down beside me. He looked as happy and jolly as he could, but I could see that he was very nervous. He took my hand in his, and said very sweetly 'Miss Lucy, I know I ain't good enough to tie the laces on your little shoes. But if you wait till you find a man that is good enough for you, you will finish your days without getting wed. Won't you hitch up with me? Let us go down the long road of life together, side by side.'

Well, he looked so good-humoured and so jolly. It didn't seem half so hard to refuse him as it did to refuse poor Dr. Seward. So as lightly as I could, I said that I did not know anything of hitching, and that I wasn't ready to go side-by-side yet.