But I don't know that her looks are a
guarantee that she can train up a child in the way he should go. Can't
you think of anybody else?"
"I don't see why you don't like Mrs. Richie?" "I never said I didn't
like her," protested Dr. Lavendar; "but she's a widow."
"Unless she murdered the late Richie, that's not against her."
"Widows don't always stay widows, Willy."
"I don't believe she's the marrying kind," William said. "I have a
sort of feeling that the deceased Richie was not the kind of husband
who receives the compliment of a successor--"
"Hold on; you're mixing things up! It's the bad husband and the good
wife that get compliments of that kind."
William laughed as he was expected to, but he stuck to his opinion
that Mrs. Richie had had enough of husbands. "And anyway, she's
devoted to her brother--though he doesn't come to see her very
often."
"There's another point," objected Dr. Lavendar; "what kind of a man is
this Mr. Pryor? Danny growled at him once, which prejudiced me against
him."
"I don't take to him much myself," William King confessed; "though I
must say he seems a decent man enough. He doesn't cultivate
acquaintances in Old Chester, but that only shows bad taste."
"She says he is not very well," Dr. Lavendar explained; "she says he
likes to keep quiet when he comes down here."
"I don't see anything wrong with him."
"Hasn't taken any of your pills? Maybe he doesn't believe in doctors.
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