"Pooh!" sniffed Mellicent airily. "I think he does it because he WANTS to. You never did appreciate Aunt Maggie. I'll warrant she's nicer and sweeter and—and, yes, PRETTIER than lots of those old Chicago women. Aunt Maggie looked positively HANDSOME that day she left here last July. She looked so—so absolutely happy! Probably he LIKES to take her to places. Anyhow, I'm glad she's having one good time before she dies."
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"I only wish he'd marry her and—and give her a good time all her life," avowed Mellicent, lifting her chin.
"Marry her!" exclaimed two scornful voices.
"Well, why not? She's good enough for him," bridled Mellicent. "Aunt
Maggie's good enough for anybody!"
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"Yes, but I shouldn't call her a MARRYING saint," smiled Jane.
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"Yes. But there wasn't one, was there?" twitted Jane. "Well, then, I shall stick to my original statement that Maggie Duff is a saint, all right, but not a marrying one—unless some one marries her now for her money, of course."
"As if Aunt Maggie'd stand for that!" scoffed Mellicent. "Besides, she wouldn't have to! Aunt Maggie's good enough to be married for herself."
"There, there, child, just because you are a love-sick little piece of romance just now, you needn't think everybody else is," her mother reproved her a little sharply.
But Mellicent only laughed merrily as she disappeared into her own room.
"Speaking of Mr. Smith, I wonder where he is, and if he'll ever come back here," mused Miss Flora, aloud. "I wish he would. He was a very nice man, and I liked him."
"Goodness, Flora, YOU aren't, getting romantic, too, are you?" teased her sister-in-law.
"Nonsense, Jane!" ejaculated Miss Flora sharply, buttoning up her coat.
"I'm no more romantic than—than poor Maggie herself is!"