He chuckled at their hot eyes. "If you are teasing," Jean told him, "I'll forgive you. But Emily won't, will you, Emily?"
"No." Emily's voice was gay, and he liked the color in her cheeks. "He doesn't deserve to be forgiven. Some day he is going to be devoured by a green-eyed monster, like a bad little boy in a Sunday School story."
Her needles clicked, and her eyes sparkled. There was no doubt that there was a sprightliness about Emily that was stimulating.
"But one's only daughter, Emily. Isn't jealousy pardonable?"
"Not in you."
"Why not?"
"Well," with obvious reluctance, "you're too big for it."
"Oh," he was more pleased than he was willing to admit, "did you hear that, Jean?"
But Jean, having drifted away from them, came back with, "I am going to church with him tomorrow."
"Him? Whom?"