A Lawyer's daughter

“I am a lawyer’s daughter, you know, George, dear,” she said, after George had proposed and had been accepted, “and you wouldn’t think it strange if I were to ask you to sign a little paper to the effect that we are engaged, would you?” George was too happy to think anything strange just then, and he signed the paper with a trembling hand and a bursting heart. Then she laid her ear against his middle vest button, and they were very, very happy.

“Tell me, darling,” said George, after a long, delicious silence, “why did you want me to sign that paper? Do you not repose implicit confidence in my love for you?”

“Ah, yes,” she sighed with infinite content, “indeed I do; but, George, dear, I have been fooled so many times.”