"I ain't got anything to do with it," said she, with a pathetic attempt at a smile. "Nor the old doctor, either, judging by the look of the young lady's eyes and chin. I never thought you'd take to a strong-minded woman."
"You wouldn't have her weak-minded, would you, mother?"
"There's something between."
"Yes," said he. "There's the woman whose mind is weak when it ought to be strong, and strong when it ought to be weak. I decided for one like you, mother dear—one that would cure me of foolishness and keep me cured."
"A female doctor!"
Arthur laughed. "And she's going to practice, mother. We shouldn't have enough to live on with only what I'd make—or am likely to make anyway soon."
Mrs. Ranger lifted her drooping head in sudden panic.
"Why, you'll live here, won't you?"
"Of course," replied Arthur, though, as a matter of fact, he hadn't thought where they would live. He hastened to add, "Only we've got to pay board."
"I guess we won't quarrel about that," said the old woman, so immensely relieved that she was almost resigned to the prospect of a Schulze, a strong-minded Schulze and a practicing female doctor, as a daughter-in-law.