"You think he'd come, don't you Marjie?"
"Come? Rather! Did you ever hear of a travelling man turning down a chance at home cooking?"
"Then I'm going to send right over and invite him. It will be real fun! I suppose," she embroidered, with as great an effect of roguery as she could enlist, "I suppose he's followed you up!"
"Obviously!" her sister replied, not apparently flustered in the least.
"Think of it!"
"Yes, it is rather dreadful, isn't it—especially at our ages!"
"I think it's kind of splendid, Marjie."
"Er—Alfred never was much of what you'd call the 'following' kind, was he Anna?"
"Well, I can't seem to remember. It seems to me once...."
"Oh, they'll nearly always follow once. It's keeping right on that seems hard. Of course," she added, "marriage puts a stop to all that sort of thing, doesn't it?"