"They'd miss a lot," Sally murmured.
"Eh? Well, it's a puzzle to me. Look at Nancy. What is it she wants? She's got forty or fifty years more to live."
"But you don't think like that," breathed Sally. "It's love."
Miss Summers gave a great sigh, and rubbed the tip of her nose with the back of her forefinger. She was seriously perplexed at the interruption from one so sagacious.
"You'll think twice before you marry for just love, and nothing else," said she.
Sally's little white face was turned away. She was apparently concentrated upon her work.
"Perhaps I shall," she admitted. "You never know what you'll do till the time comes."
"You can make up your mind to be careful," said Miss Summers. "It's not the first man who makes the best husband."
Sally crouched in her place. Her heart was beating so fast that she felt as though she were suffocating. Miss Summers could not appreciate the effect of her words, because she had gone back again to the subject of Nancy and her married shopwalker.
"You ought to have seen that child's work to-day!"