no; not one of them wants to be different; they're as scared of it as the small-pox. Ah, my dear Mr. Archer, I thank my stars I'm nothing but a vulgar Spicer; but there's not one of my own children that takes after me but my little Ellen.\" She broke off, still twinkling at him, and asked, with the casual irrelevance of old age: \"Now, why in the world didn't you marry my little Ellen?\"
Archer laughed. \"For one thing, she wasn't there to be married.\"
no; not one of them wants to be different; they're as scared of it as the small-pox. Ah, my dear Mr. Archer, I thank my stars I'm nothing but a vulgar Spicer; but there's not one of my own children that takes after me but my little Ellen.\" She broke off, still twinkling at him, and asked, with the casual irrelevance of old age: \"Now, why in the world didn't you marry my little Ellen?\"
Archer laughed. \"For one thing, she wasn't there to be married.\"
