"
"And your socks darned and your shirts mended."
"That, of course." Josh accepted these amendments with serene
seriousness. "And Miss Severence isn't fit for the job. She has
some brains--the woman kind of brains. She has a great deal of
rudimentary character. If I had the time, and it were worth while,
I could develop her into a real woman. But I haven't, and it
wouldn't be worth while when there are so many real women, ready
made, out where I come from. This girl would be exactly the wife
for you, though. Just as she is, she'd help you mince about from
parlor to parlor, and smirk and jabber and waste time. She's been
educating for the job ever since she was born." He laid his hand
in gracious, kindly fashion on his friend's shoulder. "Think it
over. And if you want my help it's yours. I can show her what a
fine fellow you are, what a good husband you'd make. For you are a
fine person, old man; when you were born fashionable and rich it
spoiled a--"
"A superb pram-trundler," suggested Arkwright.
"Precisely. Be off now; I must work. Be off, and exhibit that
wonderful suit and those spotless white spats where they'll be
appreciated." And he dismissed the elegantly-dressed idler as a
king might rid himself of a favorite who threatened to presume
upon his master's good humor and outstay his welcome.
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