“What’s the matter with the woman, anyway?” said Courtesy, as she remounted the buggy. “I never can understand a woman that doesn’t know her vocation.”
“What is her vocation?” asked Mr. Wise.
“Ou, I don’t know,” giggled Courtesy.
“I think all women ought to marry,” said Mr. Wise. “Somehow it keeps them softer.”
“It wouldn’t make a hard woman soft,” said Courtesy. “Only all the soft women do marry.”
“Do you consider——”
“Ou, Lor’, this is a killing conversation!” interrupted the lady. “Let’s talk about something else.”
“All right. That’s a very pretty dress you’ve got on.”
They found the gardener sitting on tenterhooks on the verandah, pulling Scottie’s ears.
“What did she say?”