Chapter 8

"Now, don’t talk, Papa, but listen like a good little railroad president, and I’ll tell you what I think of J. Whitlock Pastor, and that is he’s _unbearable_! No, no, I’m not joking--I mean it, I mean it! He’s unbearable, and his mother’s unbearable, and the forty yards around them is unbearable, and I wouldn’t marry him for anything under the sun, no, not if he was the only man in the world except the clergyman who would do it; and Papa, I’m so mortified and ashamed and miserable that I don’t know what to do. D…