"There'll be a choice widow in the market before long, I pledge you." "Can't they operate ?" inquired his wife.
"Not for malignant widows," said Mr.Fenn.
"Oh, don't be silly.

I should think old Mr.Thorpe would let Braden operate.

Just think what a fine boost it would give Braden if the operation was a success." "And also if it failed," said one of the men, sententiously.

"He's the principal heir, isn't he ?" Simmy scowled.

"Brady would be the last man in the world to tackle the job," he said, and the subject was dropped at once.
And so the end of the year finds Templeton Thorpe on his death bed, Anne a quixotic ingrate, George among the diligently unemployed, Lutie on the crest of popularity, Braden in contempt of court, and Mrs.Tresslyn sorely tried by the vagaries of each and every one of the aforesaid persons.
Simmy Dodge appears to be the only one among them all who stands just as he did at the beginning of the year.