"You're no more fit to bring up girls, Lemuel, than I am to steer one of these dratted airships the papers are full of!"
"No. You are right," said Mr. Lockwood. "The comparison is just. You would not do well in an airship, Dora."
"Huh! I should think not! And you're as little fit to bring up two girls—and twins, at that!"
"But—but I don't really bring them up," said Mr. Lockwood, apologetically. "Mrs. Betsey does that."
"Mrs. Betsey!" with a sniff.
"And really, they get along very well, Sister."
"They get along well because they are no trouble to you."
"Well, isn't that as it should be? They are good girls—and loving girls."
"I declare to man! Lemuel Lockwood, you haven't any more idea of what those girls need than a babe unborn."
"What do they need, Dora?" asked worried Mr. Lockwood.