"So I think! I will ask Miss Lothrop if she will have me, this very day. I'm determined."
"But I said, if you can. Happiness is somethin' besides sugar and water. What else'll go in?"
"What do you mean?" asked Tom, looking at her.
"Suppose you're satisfied, and suppose she's satisfied. Will everybody else be?"
Tom went at the rocks again.
"It's my affair—and hers," he said then.
"And what will your mother and sister say?"
"Julia has chosen for herself."
"I should say, she has chosen very well. Does she like your choice."
"Mrs. Marx," said the poor young man, leaving the lichens, "they bother me to death!"