"But it's such fun to make 'em crazy," returned the irrepressible Pat. "Only," she added pensively, "it isn't such fun when you feel kind of crazy yourself. Yet it is, too. When I get married I'm going to everlastingly settle down and never look sideways at any other man. Bobs, what makes you think I ought to marry a man thirty years old?"
"It's about the right age for you. It will take a man of some wisdom and self-control to manage you, little Pat."
"More grandfather stuff!" she muttered fretfully. "I don't want to marry a settled old thing. I want someone with some fun left in him."
"Two or three years from now thirty won't look so senile."
"Probably not. Dee's marrying a man over thirty. Bobs, do you like Dee's engagement?"
"No; I don't," he answered, and straightway wished that he had not been betrayed into that frankness.
"Neither do I. Jimmie James thinks he's first cousin to the Almighty. Dee won't stand for that."
"She seems devoted to him."
"Oh, she'll see it through. Dee's a good old girl. But I wish she wouldn't. Have you told her what you think about it?"