There's a young man hangs round here Sundays, and goes boating and riding with her, and makes her presents, and walks with her of evenings, and calls her his pet and his darling and all that kind of nonsense, and I half-suspect"-- here she took out her breastpin entirely and began over again--"I half-suspect he's in earnest.

But what have I got to do with it?
Kate must marry for herself.

I did twice, and done pretty well both times.

But I can't see to Kate's beaux.

Marrying, my son, is a thing everybody must attend to personally for themselves.