“Nelly.”
“Well.”
“Do you—” I hesitated.
“Do I what?”
“Love anyone very much?”
“Why, of course I do,” said Nelly, scattering her revery with a merry laugh. “I love Uncle Nutter, and Aunt Nutter, and you—and Towser.”
Towser, our new dog! I couldn't stand that. I pushed back the stool impatiently and stood in front of her.
“That's not what I mean,” I said angrily.
“Well, what do you mean?”
“Do you love anyone to marry him?”