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in her tone; "he isn't—he isn't jealous at all. Did you ever see two people so beautifully suited, who simply don't want to get married? They won't fall in love—it's disgusting!"
"I rather like it myself," said Victoria; "it saves such lots of bother. Now, it will all arrange itself quite simply. Mort, there, will marry some fool or other who will hate me, and forbid him to drop in except on 'Thursdays from four till six,' and he'll dote on her and accept the situation. Then, I'll probably marry somebody who will beat me, and I shall like it, and it will make Morty so mad he won't be able to come around any more. Then we'll each think how nice the other one was all our lives."
"I can't marry a boy," Morton protested. "And if any one tried to beat Victoria, it wouldn't be Victoria who would go to the hospital. The fact of the matter is, the only thing for her is a nice, slender, yellow, fuzzy-haired pet from Madame Despard's kennels. She could ruffle it and love it, and go right on her rejoiceful way without worrying it or herself or any one else."
"Oh, don't!" exclaimed Sonia. "I can fairly
