"You rate me quite too high, my dear," said Gladys.
"Do I? We shall see."
"Unless you all join in with me," Gladys added.
"I prefer to wish you a false prophet—and that Porshinger won't be taken up. He hasn't a single thing about him that is attractive—except his money."
"And the fact that he is not married—and wants to get in," adjected Gladys. "Why don't one of you three marry him?"
"Why not all of us marry him?" said Dorothy over her shoulder, as she went out.
"I haven't a doubt he would be entirely willing—if you can arrange it together, and be peaceable!" laughed Gladys.
"You might submit it to him!" Dorothy laughed back.
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"Well, what did you make of him?" Gladys asked, when the others had gone.