A man at his age cannot change
his ways. I am sure he would be miserable."
Ida's face grew graver, and she pondered over the matter for a few
minutes. "I really think that you are right as usual," said she at
last. "I admire Charlie's aunt very much, you know, and I think that
she is a very useful and good person, but I don't think she would do as
a wife for poor quiet papa."
"But he will certainly ask her, and I really think that she intends to
accept him. Then it would be too late to interfere. We have only a few
days at the most. And what can we do? How can we hope to make him
change his mind?"
Again Ida pondered. "He has never tried what it is to live with a
strong-minded woman," said she. "If we could only get him to realize it
in time. Oh, Clara, I have it; I have it! Such a lovely plan!" She
leaned back in her chair and burst into a fit of laughter so natural and
so hearty that Clara had to forget her troubles and to join in it.
"Oh, it is beautiful!" she gasped at last. "Poor papa! What a time he
will have! But it's all for his own good, as he used to say when we had
to be punished when we were little. Oh, Clara, I do hope your heart
won't fail you.
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