"What a good thing it would be for Emmy," said Mrs. Oldrieve, with a sigh.
"To marry Septimus? Oh, mother!"
She laughed merrily; then all at once she became serious.
"Why not?" she cried, and kissed her mother.
Mrs. Oldrieve settled her cap. She was small and Zora was large, and Zora's embraces were often disarranging.
"He is a gentleman and can afford to keep a wife."
"And steady?" said Zora, with a smile.
"I should think quite steady," said Mrs. Oldrieve, without one.
"And he would amuse Emmy all day long."
"I don't think it is part of a husband's duty, dear, to amuse his wife," said Mrs. Oldrieve.