Consent
Mr. Jones patted his daughter's hand fondly, and told her, "Your young
man told me today he wanted you as a bride, and I gave my consent."
Oh, Papa," gushed the daughter, "it's going to be so hard leaving
mother."
"I understand perfectly, my dear," beamed Mr. Jones. "You just take her
with you."
Mr. Jones patted his daughter's hand fondly, and told her, "Your young
man told me today he wanted you as a bride, and I gave my consent."
Oh, Papa," gushed the daughter, "it's going to be so hard leaving
mother."
"I understand perfectly, my dear," beamed Mr. Jones. "You just take her
with you."
