"Engaged—how?"
"I.W., don't you remember? Wake up, honey. To Kess, to Leon Kessler that she went automobiling with."
"Our Effie engaged—to Leon Kessler?"
"Yes, I.W.—our little Effie!"
A smile spread over his face slowly, and he clasped his hands in an embrace about his knees.
"You don't tell me!"
"Oh, I.W., please—"
"Our little girl. S-ay, how poor Lenie would have loved this happiness!
Our little girl engaged to get married!"
"I.W., she—"
"We do the right thing by them—eh, Hattie? Furnish them up as many rooms as they want. But, s-ay, they don't need help from us. He's a lucky boy who gets her, I don't care who he is. Her papa's little Effie, a baby—old enough to get engaged!"