"Uncle Porges," said he, "I'm—s'prised at you!"
"I rather feared you would be, nephew."
"It's all so awful' silly, you know!—why do you want to marry her?"
"Because, like a Prince in a fairy tale, I'm—er—rather anxious to—live happy ever after."
"Oh!" said Small Porges, turning this over in his mind, "I never thought of that."
"Marriage is a very important institution, you see, my Porges,—especially in this case, because I can't possibly live happy ever after, unless I marry—first—now can I?"
"No, I s'pose not!" Small Porges admitted, albeit reluctantly, after he had pondered the matter a while with wrinkled brow, "but why pick out—my Auntie Anthea?"
"Just because she happens to be your Auntie Anthea, of course."
Small Porges sighed again:
"Why then, if she's got to be married some day, so she can live happy ever after,—well,—I s'pose you'd better take her, Uncle Porges."