“Well, I guess you'd change, too, if you had married a sick man with three children, as poor as poverty, and a cook as cross as Myrtella.”
“But she has Myrtella eating out of her hand. Imagine my marrying a man as old as Father!”
“If I had to marry, I'd rather marry Father than anybody else. But I've never seen the man yet that I'd be willing to marry.”
“Oh, I have! I know ten right now that I'd marry in a minute.”
“Connie Queerington! Who are the others beside Gerald and Cousin Don?”
“Guess.”
“Noah Wicker?”
Connie laughed. “Mr. Wicker is not as bad as he was. He must have taken chloroform and had his pompadour cut. Don says he is awfully clever.”
“Anybody could be clever who took a whole day to compose each speech. I'll tell you what's the matter with Miss Lady; she is worrying herself sick over Father. Did she tell you what Doctor Wyeth told her?”
“That Father would have to give up his classes, and get away some where? But of course he can't do it.”