"And ninety year between them!" James reflected. "Then Mr. Bratt called every week. He was a widower, with no children." "It couldn't ha' been better," said James. "Oh yes, it could," said Helen. "Because I had the greatest difficulty in marrying them; in fact, at one time I thought I should never do it. I'm always in the right, and mother's always in the wrong. She's admitted that for years. She's had to admit it. Yet she _would_ go her own way. Nothing would ever cure mother." "She used to talk just like that of your grandfather," said James. "Susan always reckoned as she'd got more than her fair share of sense." "I don't think she thinks that now," said Helen, calmly, as if to say: "At any rate I've cured her of _that_." Then she went on: "You see, Mr. Bratt had sold his farm--couldn't make it pay--and he was going out to Manitoba. He said he would stop in England. Mother said she wouldn't let him stop in England where he couldn't make a farm pay. She was quite right there," Helen admitted, with careful justice. "But then she said she wouldn't marry him and go out to Manitoba, because of leaving me alone here to look after myself! Can you imagine such a reason?" James merely raised his head quickly several times. The gesture meant whatever Helen preferred that it should mean. "The idea!" she continued. "As if I hadn't looked after mother and kept her in order, and myself, too, for several years! No. She wouldn't marry him and go out there! And she wouldn't marry him and stay here! She actually began to talk all the usual conventional sort of stuff, you know--about how she had no right to marry again, and she didn't believe in second marriages, and about her duty to me. And so on. You know. I reasoned with her--I explained to her that probably she had another thirty years to live. I told her she was quite young. She _is_. And why should she make herself permanently miserable, _and_ Mr. Bratt, _and_ me, merely out of a quite mistaken sense of duty? No use! I tried everything I could. No use!" "She was too much for ye?" "Oh, _no_!" said Helen, condescendingly. "I'd made up my _mind_. I arranged things with Mr. Bratt. He quite agreed with me. He took out a licence at the registrar's, and one Saturday morning--it had to be a Saturday, because I'm busy all the other days--I went out with mother to buy the meat and things for Sunday's dinner, and I got her into the registrar's office--and, well, there she was! Now, what do you think?" "What?" "Her last excuse was that she couldn't be married because she was wearing her third-best hat. Don't you think it's awfully funny?" "That's as may be," said James. "When was all this?" "Just recently," Helen answered. "They sailed from Glasgow last Thursday but two. And I'm expecting a letter by every post to say that they've arrived safely." "And Susan's left you to take care of yourself!"