"Tom takes things hard, too," said the mother.
"Foolish boy!" was the sister's comment.
"What can be done?"
"I'll tell you, mamma. I've been thinking. Your health will never stand the March winds in New York. You must go somewhere."
"Where?"
"Florida, for instance?"
"I should like it very well."
"It would be better anyhow than to let Tom get hopelessly entangled."
"Anything would be better than that."
"And prevention is better than cure. You can't apply a cure, besides. When a man like Tom, or any man, once gets a thing of this sort in his head, it is hopeless. He'll go through thick and thin, and take time to repent afterwards. Men are so stupid!"