“Well?”
“Well, I mean—that is, don't you s'pose if some such woman as that was to be found for the job he might in time come to like her and—and—er—”
“Ase Tidditt, what are you drivin' at?”
“Why, I mean he might come to marry her; there! Then he'd be contented to settle down to home and stay put. What do you think of the idea?”
“Think of it? I think it's the dumdest foolishness ever I heard. I declare if the very mention of a woman to some of you old baches don't make your heads soften up like a jellyfish in the sun! Ain't Cy Whittaker got money? Ain't he got a nice home? Ain't he happy?”
“Yes, he is now, I s'pose, but—”
“WELL, then! And you want him to get married! What do you know about marryin'? Never tried it, have you?”
“Course I ain't! You know I ain't.”
“All right. Then I'd keep quiet about such things, if I was you.”
“You needn't fly up like a settin' hen. Everybody's wife ain't—”