"
"I am happy to hear that, my dear."
"I didn't know it until last night--Daddy wasn't willing. I--I feel as
if it couldn't be really true--that I am going to be married, Mrs.
Connolly."
There was a tremble of her lip and clasping of her little hands.
Mary Connolly laid down her work. "I guess you miss your mother,
blessed lamb. I remember when she was married. I was young, too, but
I felt a lot older with my two babies, and Jim and I were so glad the
Doctor had found a wife. He needed one, if ever a man did--for he
liked his gay good time."
"Daddy?" said Jean, incredulously. It is hard for youth to visualize
the adolescence of its elders. Dr. McKenzie's daughter beheld in him
none of the elements of a Lothario. He was beyond the pale of romance!
He was fifty, which settled at once all matters of sentiment!
"Indeed, he was gay, my dear, and he had broken half the hearts in the
county, and then your mother came for a visit. She didn't look in the
least like you, except that she was small and slender. Her hair was
dark and her eyes. You have your father's eyes and hair.
"But she was so pretty and so loving--and you never saw such a
honeymoon.
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