"Well, then, what are you going to do? You must do something."
Mrs. Marvel sat silent, and smiled a little smile, but very slyly, so that no one should see it.
"You can get plenty of work as a wood-turner, daddy?"
"Yes, Josh, a good deal more than I can do--and well paid for it too."
"Well, daddy, I think"--
"Yes, Josh, you think"--
"I think I'll learn wood-turning, if you'll teach me."
Whereupon George Marvel, after the slightest amount of hesitation, rose and kissed his wife.