Daniel telephoned for the doctor.
"My gracious!" exclaimed Jennie, as they all awaited the coming of the physician in the sitting-room, "Hiram's Lizzie never carried on like this when she was expecting!"
"No, she certainly didn't," echoed Sadie; "for all she might have had a little more right to; while Margaret, here, coming to Danny without nothing at all, up and sasses him like what she did at dinner yet! Don't it wonder you?"
Daniel, lounging in his own big chair before the fire, pouted like a thwarted, spoiled child.
"What got into her, anyhow, to act so hystericky all of a sudden?" Sadie speculated.
"Saying she'd set fire to Danny's store!" exclaimed Jennie indignantly. "And swearing yet! My gracious!"
"It certainly does, now, beat all!" said Sadie mournfully.
"I certainly didn't think she'd turn out like this!" scolded Jennie. "You hadn't ought to have picked out a wife, Danny, without me looking her over for you first."
"I can't do anything with her!" snapped Daniel spitefully. "Nothing I can say will make her stop running with Catherine Hamilton. She tells me to my face she won't give her up. And she won't, either!"
"Och, Danny, I wouldn't take it off of her!" said Jennie harshly.