“Josh, have you seen that girl since?”
“No,” said Joshua.
“Nor any other girl like her?”
“No,” said Joshua wonderingly. “You see I only got to know her on your account, Ellen, that she might see you.”
“Well, don't you do it any more! None of 'em! Promise me!” She leaned forward eagerly in her chair.
“But Ellen,”—her husband began gravely.
“I know what you're going to say, but they can't do me any good, and you can't do them any good as you did ME, so there!”
Mr. Rylands was silent, and smiled meditatively.
“Josh!”
“Yes.”