I'll see you
later, Thomas," and Killigrew made off for the breakfast-room, where he
chuckled at odd times, much to his wife's curiosity. But he shook his
head when she quizzed him.
"You agree with me, Molly, don't you, that Kitty shall marry when and
where she pleases?"
"Certainly, Daniel. I don't believe in ready-made matches."
"No more do I. Molly, old girl, I've slathers of money. I could quit
now; but I'm healthy and can't play all day. Got to work some of the
time. Every one around here shall do as they please. And,"--slyly--"if
Kitty should want to marry Thomas . . ."
"Thomas?"
"Anything against the idea?"
"But Thomas couldn't take care of Kitty."
"H'm."
"And Kitty wouldn't marry a man who couldn't."
"Some truth In that. At present Thomas couldn't support an idea. But
there's makings in the boy, give a man time and nothing else to do.
There's one thing, though; Thomas seems to have the gift of picking out
the chaff when it comes to men. A man who can spot a man is worth
something to somebody. Where Thomas' niche is, however, I can't tell to
date.
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