To lovejag: Yeah, the ONE who flamed said that the characters were too
jealous of each other to be realistic...but hey, that how L.M.M wrote them
so... You are sooooo great to say my story is good (hugs)
-Chapter Five:
"Issac, what ever could you mean?" I gasped.
Mr. Appleby patted his dog's head before answering. "I mean that you two women will have to stay up there."
"Why?!"
"You will have to stay up there until one of you decides to be my wife."
"Surely you don't mean it?" I asked, softly.
Issac didn't answer but he reflected for a moment, and then walked over to the ladder, grasped it by its sides and lifted it off the roof. He swung it around and laid it flat on the ground...we were stranded. He stood by his dog and folded his arms, it was hard to decide whether he or the dog was more determined...but I will say that Issac had the advantage in looks.
"How dare you!" Melissa said loudly, pounding her fist against the shed. "I'm sure this is against the law. I'll have the sheriff arrest you!"
"You are on my property," Issac replied.
"Issac! You can't be in earnest. You couldn't be so mean!"
"I am earnest. I want a wife and I am going to have one. Julius Caesar will sit here and watch as you settle it amongst yourself. One of you will have to take me before I'll let you down."
And will that he strolled jauntily up to his grand house. The dog sat back down and eyed us keenly, swishing its tail across the ground.
"He can't mean it!"
"He does," Melissa said pessimistically. "An Appleby always keeps his word...so we won't be getting down until one of us consents to marry him. And I'll tell you this. It won't be me!"
"Well I won't marry him either!"
"I guess we'll both be stuck up here then," and my cousin turned her back on me.
I sighed.
"How can he expect us to really consider marrying him after how he's humiliated us?" I questioned. I really was feeling humiliated...what a position for a dignified widow to be in! I hadn't any real objection to marrying Issac...he had a money-filled wallet and was good-natured...but to be forced into it this way!
My cousin was staring out on the road barely anyone traveled. I feared it would be impossible to coax her into it.
"Melissa. You better take him, I've already had one husband."
"More than enough for me."
"What do you have against Issac? He has such a lovely house, he's not that old, and goes to church regularly."
"You marry him...it's really you he wants anyway; he asked you first."
"I know there are rumors that you have a beau from Kingsbridge but you don't know if he really means anything...here is a chance that you can get married...haven't you always wanted to?"
"I would rather," said Melissa with that same awful calmness. "Jump off this shed and break my neck, or be devoured by that dog, than marry Issac Appleby."
-Which one will marry him?
-Chapter Five:
"Issac, what ever could you mean?" I gasped.
Mr. Appleby patted his dog's head before answering. "I mean that you two women will have to stay up there."
"Why?!"
"You will have to stay up there until one of you decides to be my wife."
"Surely you don't mean it?" I asked, softly.
Issac didn't answer but he reflected for a moment, and then walked over to the ladder, grasped it by its sides and lifted it off the roof. He swung it around and laid it flat on the ground...we were stranded. He stood by his dog and folded his arms, it was hard to decide whether he or the dog was more determined...but I will say that Issac had the advantage in looks.
"How dare you!" Melissa said loudly, pounding her fist against the shed. "I'm sure this is against the law. I'll have the sheriff arrest you!"
"You are on my property," Issac replied.
"Issac! You can't be in earnest. You couldn't be so mean!"
"I am earnest. I want a wife and I am going to have one. Julius Caesar will sit here and watch as you settle it amongst yourself. One of you will have to take me before I'll let you down."
And will that he strolled jauntily up to his grand house. The dog sat back down and eyed us keenly, swishing its tail across the ground.
"He can't mean it!"
"He does," Melissa said pessimistically. "An Appleby always keeps his word...so we won't be getting down until one of us consents to marry him. And I'll tell you this. It won't be me!"
"Well I won't marry him either!"
"I guess we'll both be stuck up here then," and my cousin turned her back on me.
I sighed.
"How can he expect us to really consider marrying him after how he's humiliated us?" I questioned. I really was feeling humiliated...what a position for a dignified widow to be in! I hadn't any real objection to marrying Issac...he had a money-filled wallet and was good-natured...but to be forced into it this way!
My cousin was staring out on the road barely anyone traveled. I feared it would be impossible to coax her into it.
"Melissa. You better take him, I've already had one husband."
"More than enough for me."
"What do you have against Issac? He has such a lovely house, he's not that old, and goes to church regularly."
"You marry him...it's really you he wants anyway; he asked you first."
"I know there are rumors that you have a beau from Kingsbridge but you don't know if he really means anything...here is a chance that you can get married...haven't you always wanted to?"
"I would rather," said Melissa with that same awful calmness. "Jump off this shed and break my neck, or be devoured by that dog, than marry Issac Appleby."
-Which one will marry him?