Clem laughed and shrugged her shoulders.
'Queer sort o' sisters.

She was a bit too quiet-like for me.

There never was no fun in her.' 'Aye, like her mother.

And where did you say she went to with the old man ?' 'Where she went to ?' repeated Clem, regarding him steadily with her big eyes, 'I never said nothing about it, 'cause I didn't know.' 'Well, I shan't cry about her, and I don't suppose she misses me much, wherever she is.

All the same, Clem, I'm a domesticated sort of man; you can see that, can't you?
I shouldn't wonder if I marry again one of these first days.