I jest love him, and I'm not the only one, neither, darlin'," she added with a nod of her head toward Jane.
"And Barton Holt as well ?" persisted Lucy.

"Why, sister, I didn't suppose there would be a man for me to look at when I came home, and you've got two already! Which one are you going to take ?" Here her rosy face was drawn into solemn lines.
Jane colored.

"You've got to be a great tease, Lucy," she answered as she leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.

"I'm not in the back of the doctor's head, nor he in mine--he's too busy nursing the sick--and Bart's a boy!" "Why, he's twenty-five years old, isn't he ?" exclaimed Lucy in some surprise.
"Twenty-five years young, dearie--there's a difference, you know.
That's why I do what I can to help him.

If he'd had the right influences in his life and could be thrown a little more with nice women it would help make him a better man.