“It can’t be many days now before war is declared,” sighed Edwin. “By jiminy! I hate myself for not being able to get in the game.”
“Too bad, old man! A fellow with a wife and two children has to think of them.”
“Of course! I wouldn’t let Molly know how I feel about it for any thing. I am not so young as I was, but I am stronger now than I was as a youth. As for my eyes—they are good enough eyes in glasses and my bald head would be no drawback.” Edwin always would call his sparsely covered top “bald,” but Molly, by diligent care, had made two blades of grass grow where only one had grown before, and with a microscope one could see the beginnings of a fuzzy crop of hair, at least so the fond wife insisted.
“I bet she would say go, if it were put to her,” said Andy.
“I’ll not do it, though! It wouldn’t be fair.”
“Well, if it is put up to her, I bet on Molly Brown!”
CHAPTER X
ALL THE OLD GIRLS
“I’ve got a wonderful scheme, Edwin,” said Molly when she had finally engineered her husband out of the den and Nance in.