“No, they’re like Bob, with their white skins and fair hair. I wanted one of them to have our coloring. Do you know how particularly lovely you are getting to be, Janey?”
“Judy, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are. And none of us thought it. And so Mr. Towne wants to marry you?”
“It is in your eyes, dear, and in the cock of your head. You and Baldy always look that way when something thrilling happens to you. You can’t fool me.”
“Well, I’m not in love with him. So that’s that, Judy.”
“But—it’s a great opportunity, isn’t it, Jane?”
“I suppose it is,” slowly, “but I can’t quite see it.”
“Why not?”
“Well, he’s too old for one thing.”