"You'll have, one of these days, to get over your quietness, and perhaps even a little over your amiability," Mrs. Gosselin sagaciously stated.
"I devoutly hope not."
"You'll have to perform the duties of your position."
"Do you mean keep my stump of a broom in order and my crossing irreproachable?"
"You may say what you like; you will be a parti," Mrs. Gosselin continued.
"Well, then, if the worst comes to the worst I shall do what I said just now: I shall get some good plausible girl to see me through."
"The proper way to 'get' her will be to marry her. After you're married you won't be a parti."
"Dear mamma, he'll think you're already levelling your rifle!" Mary Gosselin laughingly wailed.
Guy Firminger looked at her a moment. "I say, Mary, wouldn't you do?"
"For the good plausible girl? Should I be plausible enough?"