IX
“Of course, now that poor Eleanor is gone,” said Maurice, “I’ll have to look out for Jacky and Lily. I think I’ll marry Lily.”
“Of course not,” said Aunt Mary, and Uncle Henry agreed.
“Well, then, I don’t think I’ll marry any one. Although Lily is an excellent cook.”
“You’re all so stupid,” broke in Edith. “You marry me, Maurice.”
“But,” interposed Uncle Henry, “what about Maurice’s relations with——”
“Bother Maurice’s relations,” Edith interrupted. “I’m not marrying them. We’ll adopt Jacky and put Lily in the kitchen.”