'That's something, to be sure,' retorted Aunt Martha, 'in such a farce as - '

'No, pray don't,' exclaimed the doctor penitently.

'Well, I won't,' said in reply Aunt Martha. 'But, I consider myself ill used. I don't know what's to become of me without my Marion, after we have lived together half-a-dozen fortnights.'

'You must come and live here, I suppose,' replied the Doctor. 'We shan't quarrel now, Martha.'