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“It might be worse,” I said comfortingly. “Suppose the roof hadn’t been flat?”

“Call Isaac,” said Melissa shortly.

I didn’t fancy calling Isaac, but call him I did, and when that failed to bring him Melissa condescended to call, too; but scream as we might, no Isaac appeared, and that dog sat there and smiled internally.

“It’s no use,” said Melissa sulkily at last. “Isaac Appleby is dead or away.”

Half an hour passed; it seemed as long as a day. The sun just boiled down on that roof and we were nearly melted. We were dreadfully thirsty, and the heat made our heads ache, and I could see my muslin dress fading before my very eyes. As for the roses on my best hat–but that was too harrowing to think about.

Then we saw a welcome sight–Isaac Appleby coming through the yard with a hoe over his shoulder. He had probably been working in his field at the back of the house. I never thought I should have been so glad to see him.

“Isaac, oh, Isaac!” I called joyfully, leaning over as far as I dared.

Isaac looked up in amazement at me and Melissa craning our necks over the edge of the roof. Then he saw the dog and took in the situation. The creature actually grinned.

“Won’t you call off your dog and let us get down, Isaac?” I said pleadingly.

Isaac stood and reflected for a moment or two. Then he came slowly forward and, before we realized what he was going to do, he took that ladder down and laid it on the ground.

“Isaac Appleby, what do you mean?” demanded Melissa wrathfully.

Isaac folded his arms and looked up. It would be hard to say which face was the more determined, his or the dog’s. But Isaac had the advantage in point of looks, I will say that for him.

“I mean that you two women will stay up on that roof until one of you agrees to marry me,” said Isaac solemnly.

I gasped.

“Isaac Appleby, you can’t be in earnest?” I cried incredulously. “You couldn’t be so mean?”

“I am in earnest. I want a wife, and I am going to have one. You two will stay up there, and Julius Caesar here will watch you until one of you makes up her mind to take me. You can settle it between yourselves, and let me know when you have come to a decision.”

And with that Isaac walked jauntily into his new house.

“The man can’t mean it!” said Melissa. “He is trying to play a joke on us.”

“He does mean it,” I said gloomily. “An Appleby never says anything he doesn’t mean. He will keep us here until one of us consents to marry him.”

“It won’t be me, then,” said Melissa in a calm sort of rage. “I won’t marry him if I have to sit on this roof for the rest of my life. You can take him. It’s really you he wants, anyway; he asked you first.”

I always knew that rankled with Melissa.

I thought the situation over before I said anything more. We certainly couldn’t get off that roof, and if we could, there was Julius Caesar. The place was out of sight of every other house in Jersey Cove, and nobody might come near it for a week. To be sure, when Melissa and I didn’t turn up the Covites might get out and search for us; but that wouldn’t be for two or three days anyhow.

Melissa had turned her back on me and was sitting with her elbows propped up on her knees, looking gloomily out to sea. I was afraid I couldn’t coax her into marrying Isaac. As for me, I hadn’t any real objection to marrying him, after all, for if he was short of romance he was good-natured and has a fat bank account; but I hated to be driven into it that way.

“You’d better take him, Melissa,” I said entreatingly. “I’ve had one husband and that is enough.”