“Now I want to know jus’ how an’ where you learned to love him?” the aunt asked next.
“I loved him almost directly I knew him,” she answered, and at that Aunt Mary seemed on the point of applauding with the ear-trumpet against the headboard.
“It was jus’ the same with me,” she said delightedly. “He was only a baby then, but the first look I took I jus’ had a feelin’—”
“Yes,” said Mrs. Rosscott sympathetically, “so did I.”
They all laughed together.
“An’ now,” said Aunt Mary, laying back and folding her arms upon her bosom, “an’ now comes the main question,—when do you two want to be married?”
“Oh!” said the widow starting, “we—I—Jack—”
“Well, go on,” said Aunt Mary. “Say whenever you like. An’ then Jack can do the same.”
The two young people exchanged glances.
“Speak right up,” said Aunt Mary. “I’m a great believer in not hangin’ back when anythin’ has got to be decided. Jack, what do you think?”