"Do you really think that?" she asked in a tone of surprise. "Would you like to see me married to him?"
He hesitated an instant and then answered: "I honestly believe that it is the best thing for you to do."
Instead of producing the effect he had foreseen his advice brought a luminous moisture to her eyes.
"I suppose you think it would do me good to be preached to three times a day?" she rejoined.
"Well, I believe it wouldn't hurt you, Molly," he responded with a smile.
His attitude of renouncement drew her suddenly nearer.
"It wasn't about Mr. Mullen that I came to talk to you—there is something else."
"Surely you aren't thinking of Jim Halloween?"
"No, no, it isn't a man. Why do you seem to think that the beginning and middle and end of my existence is a man? There are times when I find even a turkey more interesting."
"It is about a turkey, then, that you have come to see me?"