"Oh, well! There are noses and noses. A donkey has one kind and a dog has another."
Thor was not a finished actor, but he was doing his best to play a part. "Well, what do you think now?"
"What do I think now? I don't think anything—about other people's business."
"I think we ought to do something," Thor declared, with energy.
"All right. Every one to his mind. Only it's great fun to let other people settle their own affairs."
"Settle their own affairs—and suffer."
"Yes, and suffer. Suffering doesn't hurt any one."
"Do you mean to say, Uncle Sim, that I should sit still and do nothing while the people I care for most in the world are in all sorts of trouble that I could get them out of?"
"That little baggage, Rosie Fay, isn't one of the people you care for most in the world, I presume?"
Thor knew that with Uncle Sim's perspicacity this might be a leading question, but he made the answer he considered the most diplomatic in the circumstances. "She is if—if Claude is in love with her. But—but why do you call her that, Uncle Sim?"