"I thought they visited" said Marjorie.
"Visited? Humph! Visit his poor old father with a wife and five children!"
Marjorie wanted to say that her grandfather wasn't poor.
"Your grandfather's place don't bring in much, I reckon."
"I don't know," Marjorie answered.
"How many acres? Not more'n fifty, and some of that made land. I remember when some of your grandfather's land was water! I don't see what your uncle James had to settle down to business in Boston for—that's what comes of marrying a city girl! Why didn't he stay home and take care of his old father?"
Marjorie had nothing to say. Hollis flushed uncomfortably.
"And your mother had to get married, too. I'm glad I haven't a daughter to run away and get married?"
"She didn't run away," Marjorie found voice to answer indignantly.
"O, no, the Connecticut schoolmaster had to come and make a home for her."