I did not mean to ask you quite so soon, but the sight of you this morning washing your clothes, with all that soapy steam in your face, decided me not to put it off.

A Tracy has no business in a washtub.' 'Did no Tracy ever wash her own clothes ?' Jerrie asked, with an upward and sidewise turn of her head, habitual with her when startled or stirred.
There was a ring in her voice which Tom did not quite like, but he answered, promptly: 'Oh, of course, years ago; but times change, and you certainly ought not to be familiar with such vulgar things, and at Tracy Park you will be surrounded with every possible luxury, Father, and Maude, and Uncle Arthur will be overjoyed to have you there; and if, on my part, love and money can make you happy, you certainly will be so.' 'You have plenty of money of your own ?' Jerrie said, with another upward toss of her golden head.
The question was full of sarcasm, but Tom did not see it, and answered at once: 'Why, yes, or I shall have in time.

Uncle Arthur, you know, is in no condition to make a will now.

It would not stand a minute.

All the lawyers say that.' 'You have taken counsel, then ?' The parasol dug a great hole in the soft pines and was in danger of being broken, as Tom replied: 'Oh, yes; we are sure of that.