"Well—yes—well!—I suppose she is. I say, Con, that's a queer thing to think of!"
"What is?"
"That we should have a girl of sixteen!"
"What can you expect?"
"Oh—it's all right, you know, as far as that goes. But she'll be a grown-up young woman before we know it."
"Well?"
"What the dooce shall we do with her, then?"
"All parents," said the lady, somewhat didactically, "are similarly situated, and have identical responsibilities."
"Yes—but it's gettin' serious. I want her to stop a little girl."
"Fathers do. But we need not begin to fuss about her yet, thank Heaven!"