“I don’t know as I should like it very much,” his wife relucted.  “Clem’s doin’ very well, as it is.  She no need to marry again.”

“Oh, I guess it a’n’t that altogetha.  He’s a good man.”  Claxon mused a moment upon the figures which had begun to advance again, with the little one between them, and then gave way in a burst of paternal pride, “And I don’t know as I should blame him so very much for wantin’ Clem.  She always did want to be of moa use—­But I guess she likes him too.”