human
And it isn't so _very_ much money, after all, is it, Granny?
gpt
Well, she answered,
human
Yes; but it isn't a _fortune_. Mr. Bragg said it wasn't a fortune. I mean--it is very little more than Owen has with what he earns, Granny.
gpt
Oh! exclaimed Mrs. Dobbs, a light beginning to dawn upon her.
human
I see. Well, you can't have the proud satisfaction of marrying him without a penny belonging to you. But perhaps he might take a situation for five years on the Guinea Coast, so as to bring his income up above yours.
gpt
Oh, Granny!
human
Why not? It would be quite as natural and sensible as his wanting to marry poor Mrs. Bransby and her five children. Things are getting too comfortable to be let alone. The least he can do is to undergo a course of yellow fever, and----
gpt
Granny, how can you?
human
Was I ever so foolish about Dobbs, I wonder? murmured Mrs. Dobbs, as she stroked the girl's hair.
gpt
He was a good-looking young fellow, was Isaac, in our courting days, and a temper like a sunshiny morning, and we were over head and ears in love, I know that; and--yes, I believe I was every bit as soft-hearted and silly, the Lord be praised!