So let's try to encourage 'em to be happy; eh, my dears ?" "Louise," said Beth, slowly, "is no more perfect than Arthur.

They both have faults which time may eradicate, and as at present they are not disposed to be hypercritical they ought to get along nicely together." "If 't was me," said the Major, oracularly, "I'd never marry Weldon." "He won't propose to you, Daddy dear," returned Patsy, mischievously; "he prefers Louise." "I decided long ago," said Uncle John, "that I'd never be allowed to pick out the husbands for my three girls.

Husbands are a matter of taste, I guess, and a girl ought to know what sort she wants.

If she don't, and makes a mistake, that's _her_ look-out.

So you can all choose for yourselves, when the time comes, and I'll stand by you, my dears, through thick and thin.