"
"You're different to me," went on the elder sister.
"No, I'm not."
"Yes, you are. You'd do any man credit."
"Oh, Fanny!"
"But I'd hate to see you try to keep house on eighteen per. That means
doing your own work, including the cooking--yes, and the washing--and
you weren't made for that."
"Don't worry about me--I'll be all right."
"I hope so," sighed Fanny.
"I will, don't fear," smiled Virginia.
Not yet discouraged the shipping clerk returned to the attack. Folding
his arms in authoritative fashion and addressing his future
sister-in-law he said severely:
"Will you give me a straight answer to a plain question? If Mr.
Stafford does ask you to marry him, will you? Come on, now, will you?"
"I won't talk about such things," retorted the girl.
Her face flushed up. It was easy to see that she was getting angry.
Shrugging his shoulders, the young man walked away, but sarcastically
he said:
"Well, if he does and you don't accept him, you'll be the biggest fool
that ever lived!"
"That's just what I say," laughed Fanny. "Ha! I wish he'd ask me!"
Quickly Virginia turned to her sister.
"Would you accept him?" she asked.
"Would I?" laughed Fanny. "Oh, would I?"
"And throw Jimmie over?"
"I'd throw Jimmie so far and so hard he'd think he was struck by a
cyclone."
"And I wouldn't blame her," said the young man, scratching his head.
Virginia looked in amazement from one to the other.
"I can't understand either of you," she exclaimed.
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