Eileen sighed.
“Phil,––I wish Jim could get a real, nice sweetheart. Did you ever hear of him having one?”
“Never!––at least not a real one. Did you?”
“No! He doesn’t seem ever to get any further with the young ladies than mere acquaintance. Yet I know lots––and nice girls, too––who would be glad to have a man like Jim.”
“I guess he is just waiting on ‘’till the right girl comes along,’ as the poet says. I hope she will prove worthy of him. His kind are so apt to get fooled at the finish. What shall we do with him when we get married, Eileen?”
Eileen blushed. “It is a hard problem, but we’ve just got to mother, and sister, and brother him until he gets settled.”
“If he ever does!”
“If he doesn’t, I am going to keep on mothering him––that’s all. So it is up to you, Phil, to find him a real, nice girl.”
“No, thanks! It has been a hard job finding one for myself.”