"Very well; do as he advises. Some day, when I am stronger, I must attend to many other business matters."
"Oh, Uncle Mark, don't worry about business," pleaded Gertrude, passing her arm around his neck.
There was another pause and Mark Horton gazed sharply at Gertrude. Then he turned to Homer Bulson.
"She won't marry you, Homer—I don't know why," he said.
The face of the young man fell, and he bit his lip.
"Well, I suppose she will do as she pleases," he remarked, somewhat sarcastically.
"I think I should be allowed to make my own choice," said Gertrude. She had already refused Bulson several times.
"I can't understand it," said the invalid. "To my mind you are just suited to each other."
"I do not think so," answered Gertrude.
"And why not?"