“Sis, you are a philosopher in petticoats.”
“Oh, Frank, aren’t you ashamed to say so.”
“No, sister, for it is the truth. You are learning me to be reasonable in this matter, and I thank you for it. It proves the truth of the old adage that two heads are better than one.”
“If one is a sheep’s head. Why didn’t you quote the entire saying, Frank?”
“Because my little sister has a wise head, and though I often tease her in my carelessness, I always go to her for advice when I can’t see my own way clear. I shall go to bed, darling, with a cooler brain and a lighter heart, and if Miss Butler comes often to our house to see Aunt Louisa, I’ll do just the prettiest little bit of courting that you ever saw done.”
“Good! It will be like a play to me.”
“Good-night, dear Lizzie.”
“Good-night, my darling brother.”
And thus for the night they parted.
Frank went into the library to ask the doctor, who was there with his father, how his Aunt Louisa was doing.