"I shall never give you a sister-in-law, Amy."
"You don't know what you'll do. How sure Burt was of himself!"
"Burt and I are different."
"Yes, Webb, you are. If you ever love, it will be for always; and I don't like to think of it. I'd like to keep you just as you are. Now that you see how selfish I am, where is woman's highest charm?"
Webb laughed, and urged his horse into a sharp trot. "I am unchangeable in my opinions too, as far as you are concerned," he remarked. "She is not ready yet," was his silent thought.
When she came down to the late supper her eyes were shining with happiness, and Maggie thought the decisive hour had come; but in answer to a question about the drive, Amy said, "I couldn't have believed that so much enjoyment was to be had in one afternoon. Webb is a brother worth having, and I'm sorry I'm going to New York."
"Am I not a brother worth having?" Leonard asked.
"Oh, you are excellent, as far as you go, but you are so wrapped up in Maggie that you are not of much account; and as for Burt, he is more over head and ears than you are. Even if a woman was in love, I should think she would like a man to be sensible."
"Pshaw, Amy! you don't know what you are talking About," said Maggie.
"Probably not. I suppose it is a kind of disease, and that all are more or less out of their heads."