"Well, theoretically, yes."
"I don't understand you."
"I've got to live there to get it."
"To get it? Oh!" A look of sudden and dreadful realization came over the missionary. Mrs. Wellington interpreted it with a smile of gay defiance:
"Do you believe in divorces?"
Anne Gattle stuck to her guns. "I must say I don't. I think a law ought to be passed stopping them."
"So do I," Mrs. Wellington amiably agreed, "and I hope they'll pass just such a law—after I get mine." Then she ventured a little shaft of her own. "You don't believe in divorces. I judge you've never been married."
"Not once!" The spinster drew herself up, but Mrs. Wellington disarmed her with an unexpected bouquet:
"Oh, lucky woman! Don't let any heartless man delude you into taking the fatal step."
Anne Gattle was nothing if not honest. She confessed frankly: "I must say that nobody has made any violent efforts to compel me to. That's why I'm going to China."