"Well, I'd just as soon tell you, but you'd very likely make a row and
it would be bad for Jim.... Use your imagination, Mary."
She pushed back her chair, rose and walked to the window. Dr. Lowell
cast a shrewd glance at her and took a piece of custard pie.
"I think you ought to be proud of your output, Mary--you ought to be a
proud and happy woman."
"What, Father?"
"Those three boys--fine fellows, all of them. What more d'ye want? And
you haven't spoiled them by petting. They think a lot of you. And you
haven't nagged them--not very much."