“How old are you?”
“Thirty.”
“Old enough to know better,” said Uncle John.
“Old enough to need a wife to care for him,” suggested Helen Hahn.
“Honest Injun, Run; aren’t you a little soft on Mildred?” asked Rudolph.
“Well, perhaps a little; but it’s nothing like that currant-jelly, chocolate bonbon, glucose-like feeling which I’ve observed is the outward demonstration of love.”
“Oh, well; marry the girl and be done with it, then,” laughed Arthur.
“And rob me of my nurse?” protested Louise.
“Runyon needs a nurse as much as Jane. In fact, he’s a much bigger baby.”
Mr. Runyon accepted all this jollying with calm indifference.