"But he admires me, don't he?"
"He says so, but he is much more anxious that you should admire him. Why, it's part of his business to keep his hand in by being in love, or rather by having some silly little fool of a girl in love with him. You'll just get left again if you encourage this young scamp."
April showers once more.
"I think the best thing I can do is to jump overboard here into Lake Michigan. It don't seem to me I'm wanted anywheres."
"That might do very well, but you're too good a swimmer to drown easily, and you'd catch on to my boat and upset me. I can't swim a stroke, and there'd be five—six young Gemmells and a widow and a mother cast upon the world. No, we'll have to think of something better than that."
Mary's laughter was always quick an the heels of her tears.
"What do you think I'm good for, anyhow?"
"I can testify that you're not a success as a housekeeper."
"Nor a nursemaid."
"And as a lady's companion you're not all that could be desired, even if there were a demand for the article in West Michigan."