"He is a good man, Margie."
"Happy, mother? I am happy now. What should I do next door? I should always be running in to see you. And how could you get on without me?"
"We shall manage. And next door with Mr. Warde would be so much nicer than a long way off with someone else. It would scarcely be losing you."
"Do you want me to go, mother?" asked Marjorie, struck by her mother's tone.
"Not in one sense, dear; but you will go. It is natural for girls to marry. You will marry, I hope; it is the happiest life, with a good man you can look up to."
"You have been very good to my boys," Mrs. Bethune said.
"But do I look up to him? I think we—Charity and I—often laugh at him."