"I have seen her making eyes," said she.
Rose was silent.

She realized that she, also, had seen poor Lucy making eyes.
"What a girl is so crazy to get married for, anyway, when she has a good mother and a good home, I can't see," said Sylvia, leading directly up to the subject in the secret place of her mind.
Rose blushed, with apparently no reason.

"But she can't have her mother always, you know, Aunt Sylvia," said she.
"Her mother's folks are awful long-lived." "But Lucy is younger.

In the course of nature she will outlive her mother, and then she will be all alone." "What if she is?
'Ain't she got her good home and money enough to be independent?
Lucy won't need to lift a finger to earn money if she's careful." "I always thought it would be very dreadful to live alone," Rose said, with another blush.
"Well, she needn't be alone.

There's plenty of women always in want of a home.