In a Western village a charming, well-preserved widow had been courted and
won by a physician. She had children. The wedding-day was approaching,
and it was time the children should know they were to have a new father.
Calling one of them to her, she said: "Georgie, I am going to do something
before long that I would like to talk about with you."
"Well, ma, what is it!"
"I am intending to marry Dr. Jones in a few days, and--"
"Bully for you, ma! _Does Dr. Jones know it?_"
Ma caught her breath, but failed to articulate a response.