"It don't make much difference nohow who a woman marries, so long as he's steady and a good provider.

Jeb seems to be a nice feller.

He's better looking than your Uncle George was before he went to town and married a Lenox and got sleeked up.

And Jeb ain't near so close as some.

That's a lot in a husband." And in a kind of hysteria, bred of fear of silence just then, she rattled on, telling how this man lay awake o' nights thinking how to skin a flea for its hide and tallow, how that one had said only a fool would pay over a quarter for a new hat for his wife---- "Will it be long ?" asked the girl.
"I'll go down and see," said Mrs.Warham, glad of a real excuse for leaving the room.