I'll never marry while I've got you--I won't." "But I shouldn't like to leave you with nobody, my boy," she cried.
"You're not going to leave me.

What are you?
Fifty-three! I'll give you till seventy-five.

There you are, I'm fat and forty-four.

Then I'll marry a staid body.

See!" His mother sat and laughed.
"Go to bed," she said--"go to bed." "And we'll have a pretty house, you and me, and a servant, and it'll be just all right.