"Eh! Get used to it! Why? How can she get used to it?"
"She's got to live her own life some time."
"How d'y' mean, live her own life? She's never going to live that sort of a life, as long as I can see to it!" He was quite huffed.
"Are you going to leave her to be an old maid?" said Jack.
"Eh? Old maid? No! She'll marry when she wants to."
"You bet," said Jack with a slow smile.
"She's a child yet," said Mr. George.
"An elderly child—poor Mary!"
"Poor Mary! Poor Mary! Why poor Mary? Why so?"
"Just poor Mary," said Jack, slowly smiling.