NOT HER KIND.
It was raining—it had been raining for three hours.
Yet the young man remained loafing round the garden gate, heedless of his dripping clothes.
At last a middle-aged, sharp-featured little woman came to the door, and indignantly demanded to know what he wanted.
"I—l've come a-eourtin' your daughter," replied the young man sheepishly, with wild hopes that he would be asked inside.
"Courtin' Lizzie—eh?" said the little woman, with deep sarcasm: "Then you'd better run away and lose yourself! My Lizzie ain't goin' to marry anyone who ain't got the pluck to knock at the door and ask for her! Why, when her father came after me. and found the door locked, he climbed the back wall, strangled the bulldog, and knocked the old man down. Then he grabbed hold of my hand and shoved on the ring, and told me the banns were to be called the next Sunday as ever was. That's the sort if husband I wants for my girl—not a skivering idjut who ain't got enough s.*i ?<> to come in out of the rain!"
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Rodney and Otamatea Times, Waitemata and Kaipara Gazette, 23 June 1915, Page 6
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181NOT HER KIND. Rodney and Otamatea Times, Waitemata and Kaipara Gazette, 23 June 1915, Page 6
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