Chapter 4

"They are all such idiots, Papa," she said plaintively. "Aren’t there any real men anywhere--real men that a girl _could_ love?" "I’m sure I don’t know," returned Mr. Ladd. "I haven’t come across one I’d trust a yellow dog to, let alone my daughter. But, frankly, I’m prejudiced on the young-man question--anybody would be who has to run a railroad with them!" "Papa," she cried, throwing her arms around his neck, and her mood changing to one of her gayest phantasies, "let’s go away together, you and I, and see if w…