They may look a little
different, but they all taste alike and you soon get tired of them. In
two months you won't know the difference in being married to Al Bennett
and Mr. Carter and you'll have to go on living with him maybe fifty
years. Luck doesn't strike twice in the same place and you can't count
on losing two husbands. Al's father was Mr. Johnson's first cousin and
had more crochets and worse. He had silent spells that lasted a week and
family prayers three times a day, though he got drunk twice a year for a
month at a time. Al looks very much like him."
"Mrs. Johnson," I said after a minute's silence, while I had decided
whether or not I had better tell her all about it. If a woman's in love
with her husband you can't trust her to keep a secret, but I decided to
try Mrs. Johnson. "I really am not engaged exactly to Alfred Bennett,
though I suppose he thinks so by now if he has got the answer to that
telegram. But--but something has made me--made me think about Judge
Wade--that is he--what do you think of him, Mrs. Johnson?" I concluded
in the most pitifully perplexed tone of voice.
"All alike, Molly; all as much alike as peas in a pod; all except John
Moore, who's the only exception in all the male tribe I ever met! His
marrying once was just accidental and must be forgiven him.
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