`` What say , Dosia ? '' He looked across the table at her , his eyes bright and questioning . Theodosia had listened in silence , as she poured his tea and passed him her hot , flaky biscuits . There was a little perpendicular wrinkle between her straight eyebrows . `` I think Ogden and Tom are fools , '' she said crisply . `` They have good farms here . What do they want to go west for , or you , either ? Do n't get silly notions in your head , Wes . '' Wesley flushed . `` Would n't you go with me , Dosia ? '' he said , trying to speak lightly . `` No , I would n't , '' said Theodosia , in her calm , sweet voice . Her face was serene , but the little wrinkle had grown deeper . Old Jim Parmelee would have known what it meant . He had seen the same expression on old Henry Ford 's face many a time . Wesley laughed good-humouredly , as if at a child . His heart was suddenly set on going west , and he was sure he could soon bring Theodosia around . He did not say anything more about it just then . Wesley thought he knew how to manage women . When he broached the subject again , two days later , Theodosia told him plainly that it was no use .
She would never consent XXXXX leave Heatherton and all her friends and go out to the prairies .
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