“’Course he’s sweet on Thurley—and whatever is she doing all this time? I guess Miss Clergy has spent enough money to teach her how to sing,” would be the answer.
Almost indifferently Dan had resigned himself to his fate and the new house began to near completion.
“I hope he won’t break out wild after they’re married,” Ali Baba said.
“A Birge never married no woman with spirit; they all die and leave a son,” Hopeful used to answer.
“Well, Thurley knew her mind, no matter if it was right or wrong,” would be Betsey’s consolation.
“Would you like to be married this fall?” Dan finally asked Lorraine on this Sunday afternoon.
“It’s a little soon, but I guess I could be ready,” she fibbed according to feminine custom.
“Well, I suppose we may as well! Say when.”
Lorraine’s cheeks were crimson with excitement. “November?”