Rose blushed, with apparently no reason. “But she can't have her mother always, you know, Aunt Sylvia,” said she.
“Her mother's folks are awful long-lived.”
“But Lucy is younger. In the course of nature she will outlive her mother, and then she will be all alone.”
“What if she is? 'Ain't she got her good home and money enough to be independent? Lucy won't need to lift a finger to earn money if she's careful.”
“I always thought it would be very dreadful to live alone,” Rose said, with another blush.
“Well, she needn't be alone. There's plenty of women always in want of a home. No woman need live alone if she don't want to.”
“But it isn't quite like—” Rose hesitated.
“Like what?”
“It wouldn't seem quite so much as if you had your own home, would it, as if—” Rose hesitated again.
Sylvia interrupted her. “A girl is a fool to get married if she's got money enough to live on,” said she.