No woman need live alone if she don't want to." "But it isn't quite like--" Rose hesitated.
"Like what ?" "It wouldn't seem quite so much as if you had your own home, would it, as if--" Rose hesitated again.
Sylvia interrupted her.

"A girl is a fool to get married if she's got money enough to live on," said she.
"Why, Aunt Sylvia, wouldn't you have married Uncle Henry if you had had plenty of money ?" asked the girl, exactly as Henry had done.
Sylvia colored faintly.

"That was a very different matter," said she.
"But why ?" "Because it was," said Sylvia, bringing up one of her impregnable ramparts against argument.
But the girl persisted.

"I don't see why," she said.
Sylvia colored again.

"Well, for one thing, your uncle Henry is one man in a thousand," said she.