"It ain't like him that he'd up and do this thing behind our backs, without askin' our adwice!" Jennie exclaimed.
"Think of the grand wedding we could have had here in New Munich!" Sadie sighed.
"And we don't even know if she's well-fixed or poor!" cried Jennie in a wildly worried tone.
"But I hardly think," Sadie tried to comfort her, "that Danny would pick out a poor girl. Nor a common one, either, so genteel as what we raised him!"
"But men get so easy fooled with women, Sadie! If she's smart, she could easy come over Danny."
"Unless he got stubborn-headed for her."
"Well," admitted Jennie, "to be sure Danny can get awful stubborn-headed sometimes. But if she's smart and found out how rich he is, she'd take care not to get him stubborn-headed."
"Yes, that's so, too," nodded Sadie. "I wonder if she's a fancy dresser?"
Sadie's love of clothes was second only to her devotion to Danny. She was dressed this evening in a girlish Empire gown made of red cheesecloth.
"What will folks say to this news, anyhow?" scolded Jennie. "I'll have a shamed face to go on the street, us not knowing anything about it, not even who she is yet! If folks ast us, Sadie, we must leave on we did know—we'll just say, 'Oh, it ain't news to us!'"