"Poor Sylvia loves her as if she was her own daughter, but I have always understood that mothers were crazy to have their daughters married." "So have I, but these popular ideas are sometimes nonsense.

I have always heard that myself." "Sylvia and I have been happy enough together," said Henry.

"It can't be that her own life as a married woman makes her think it a better plan to remain single." "That's stuff." "It seems so to me.

Well, all the reason I can think of is, Sylvia has come to set so much by the girl that she's actually jealous of her." "Do you suppose they'll tell her to-night ?" asked Meeks.
Henry regarded him with an expression of actual terror.

"Seems as if they might wait, and let Sylvia have her night's sleep," he muttered.
"I guess I won't stay to supper," said Meeks.
"Stay, for the Lord's sake." Meeks laughed.