"I think you will get over it," said Mrs. Marx, rising. "And I think you had better find somebody that will suit your mother and sister."
And after that time, it may be said, Mrs. Marx was as careful of Lois on the one side as Mrs. and Miss Caruthers were of Tom on the other. Two or three more days passed away.
"How is Mrs. Wishart?" Miss Julia asked one afternoon.
"First-rate," answered Mrs. Marx. "She's sittin' up. She'll be off and away before you know it."
"Will you stay, Mrs. Marx, to help in the care of her, till she is able to move?"
"Came for nothin' else."
"Then I do not see, mother, what good we can do by remaining longer.
Could we, Mrs. Marx?"
"Nothin', but lose your chance o' somethin' better, I should say."
"Tom, do you want to do any more fishing? Aren't you ready to go?"
"Whenever you like," said Tom gloomily.