“And to take up with a commercial!”
“My dear, you couldn’t do it.”
“And his name Fisher.”
“Not a humming-bird, but a king-fisher, I suppose.”
“But in the hosiery and haberdashery line.”
“You couldn’t do it.”
“I really believe you are right,” said Mrs. Birdwood, throwing herself on his neck and bursting into tears.
“There, there, dear; that will suffice,” said Josiah.
“And,” asked his wife, “what did you think when I disappeared?”
“I didn’t think anything about it. I knew it was all right.”