"A husband, you mean?"
"Yes, I think so."
"Sit down, Ann. Perhaps you know of some one who is likely to take care of Mattie in the way you think?"
"I don't know."
"Some one who calls and sees her, and in whom she is interested?"
"Oh! no—no one calls to see her," said Ann, "her father's jealous of her liking anybody save himself. I saw that long ago."
"I should like to see—ah, ha! to see!" he cried—"Mattie happy. She deserves it."
"Those who think so little of theirselves seldom find happiness though—do they, sir?"
Sidney started at the axiom—it was deeper than Ann Packet's general run of observations.
"There are so few of those good folk in the world, Ann."