"I have to put him at the end of the table because he is my kinsman and
the only host I've got at present, Aunt Bettie," I said regretfully. I
always take every chance to rub in Tom's and my relationship on Aunt
Bettie, so she won't notice our flirtation.
"I'd put John Moore at the head of the table if I were you, Molly
Carter, because he's about the only man you've invited that has got any
sense left since you and that Chester girl took to visiting Hillsboro.
He's a host of steadiness in himself and the way he ignores all you
women, who would run after him if he would let you, shows what he is. He
has my full confidence," and as she delivered herself of this judgment
of Doctor John, Mrs. Johnson drove in all the corks tight and began to
pound spice.
"He's not out of the widower-woods yet, Caroline," said Aunt Bettie with
her most speculative smile. "I have about decided on him for Ruth since
the judge has taken to following Molly about as bad as Billy Moore does.
But don't you all say a word, for John's mighty timid, and I don't
believe, in spite of all these years, he's had a single notion yet. If
he had had he'd have tried a set-to with you, Molly, like all the rest
of the shy birds in town.
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