I heard her talking to Aunt Hattie one day about it, and she said: "To think such a thing could happen--to _me_! And when for a minute I was really hesitating and thinking that maybe I _would_ take him.

Oh, Hattie!" And Aunt Hattie put her lips together with her most I-told-you-so air, and said: "It was, indeed, a narrow escape, Madge; and it ought to show you the worth of a real man.

There's Mr.Easterbrook, now--" But Mother wouldn't even listen then.

She pooh-poohed and tossed her head, and said, "Mr.Easterbrook, indeed!" and put her hands to her ears, laughing, but in earnest just the same, and ran out of the room.
And she doesn't go so much with Mr.Easterbrook as she did.

Oh, she goes with him some, but not enough to make it a bit interesting--for this novel, I mean--nor with any of the others, either.