At that Mrs. Severs fairly flew up the stairs.
Eveley caught her on the landing, and whirled her around the room in a triumphant dance, stopping at last so abruptly that Mrs. Severs was almost precipitated to the floor.
“Now listen. I’ve got it. The proper adjustment, that will make you all happy and prove my theory.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” chanted Mrs. Severs ecstatically.
“He must get married.”
“But—”
“Now don’t interrupt. Let me finish. Of course he has no notion of such a thing, but leave it to me. We shall marry him off before he knows it. We must find the woman first. Out at Chula Vista there are a lot of beautiful elderly ladies in the Home who are all alone and would be only too glad to have a cozy home and a—a—pleasant husband and—all that. So we’ll go out on Saturday afternoon and look them over and pick out a good one. Then I’ll invite her to visit me for a week, and you and I will both be busy so Father-in-law will have to entertain her, and she’ll cut out old Whiskers in no time at all.”
Eveley flung out her hands jubilantly.
Mrs. Severs showed no enthusiasm. “That is what I wanted to tell you. He can’t. He is already married.”
Eveley dropped into a chair. “Married!” she stammered. “You told me Dody’s mother was dead.”