"But to think of coming home to such a wife as she'll make!" cried
David.
"And sitting down to dinner with her!" went on Polly.
David shook his head. "A man might stand it for one day, but for a lifetime—good-bye!"
"It doesn't seem as if he would marry just for money," sighed Polly.
"That's what most men think of first. Isn't it, Mrs. Dudley?"
"Some of them," she agreed. "I can't believe they are in the majority."
"She'll make the very crotchetiest wife!" asserted Polly. "He'll have to keep her in a glass case! See how she went on up in the pasture! The sun was too hot and the wind was too cool, her stone seat was too hard, and the ground was too rough to dance on! Everything was too something! She wasn't contented till she got her 'Nelson' out of reach of Miss Nita. I guess men have to run more risk than girls do."
"Uncle David wouldn't agree with you," smiled David. "Aunt Juliet tells a story about him—long before he was married. A girl—I think it was a trained nurse, anyhow somebody he knew pretty well—asked him what he thought of her marrying. He waited a moment, and then said, in his deliberate way, 'Well, I don't know more than three or four decent men anyway, and you wouldn't be likely forget any of them!' She had to tell of that, and Aunt Juliet heard it. Uncle David looks solemn at first, when she begins it—then he chuckles."
"That sounds just like Colonel Gresham," laughed Mrs. Dudley.
"He's such a nice man!" praised Polly with emphasis. "And so is Mr. Randolph, just as lovable!—I wouldn't mind marrying him myself."