We can't vote, but we can get together and control the male vote in the family.

That's something." John grinned at Warrington, who replied with a shrug.
"And they all call me the meddler!" he said.
"What's the matter with your staying on here a few days, Dick ?" "I should be nothing but a bother to you." "Rot! You can't stay alone over there." "I'll have to; I can't leave those poor old souls alone.

They are broken-hearted.

I sent her two hundred every month regularly, just for pin-money; and what do you think she did with it?
Hoarded it up and willed something like two thousand to Mary and her husband.

I'm all in, Dick.