"With all your excellent theories about women, I wonder you never picked out a wife for yourself, Mr. Spence," Robert Morton remarked mischievously.
"Me get married?" questioned Willie, staring at the speaker open-eyed over the top of his spectacles.
"Why not?"
"Why, bless your heart, I never thought of it!" answered the little man naïvely. "It's taken 'bout all my time to get other folks spliced together. Besides," he added, "I've had my inventin'."
He glanced out of the window at a moving figure, then shot abruptly to the door and called to some one who was passing:
"Hi, Jack!"
A man in coast-guard uniform waved his hand.
"How are you, Willie?" he shouted.
"All right," was the reply. "How are you an' Sarah Libbie makin' out?"
"Same as ever."