“He does.”
“And you have gone and promised him the canoe for to-morrow?”
“The intuition of woman, my dear, is the most wonderful thing on earth.”
“It is not half so wonderful as the negligence of man—I won’t say the stupidity.”
“Thank you, Jennie, for not saying it, but I really think I would feel better if you did.”
“Now, what are you going to do about it?”
“Well, my dear, strange as it may appear, that very question has been racking my brain for the last ten minutes. Now, what would you do in my position?”
“Oh, I couldn’t be in your position.”
“No, that’s so, Jennie. Excuse me for suggesting the possibility. I really think this trouble has affected my mind a little. But if you had a husband—if a sensible woman like you could have a husband who got himself into such a position—what would you advise him to do?”
“Now, Ed., don’t joke. It’s too serious.”