"I doubt it. So long as we do not vote—"
"That's just it. We can't vote, but we can get together and control the male vote in the family. That's something."
John grinned at Warrington, who replied with a shrug.
"And they all call me the meddler!" he said.
"What's the matter with your staying on here a few days, Dick?"
"I should be nothing but a bother to you."
"Rot! You can't stay alone over there."
"I'll have to; I can't leave those poor old souls alone. They are broken-hearted. I sent her two hundred every month regularly, just for pin-money; and what do you think she did with it? Hoarded it up and willed something like two thousand to Mary and her husband. I'm all in, Dick. But go on; I'll finish the game."
"All right. But whenever you feel lonesome, come here or over to my house. There'll always be a spare room for you in either house."
"It's mighty kind of you, John. My shot?" Warrington ran four and missed.