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she was at school here. She used to wear thick stockings, and woolen mitts."
Ollie added, as the final word of condemnation, "Home-made!"
Mr. Tyler may have felt that he did not appreciate the merit of these facts. He made a judicial noise in his throat and said nothing.
"She's older than any of us—than Wat, too."
"Well," he said, reaching for his newspaper, "I suppose Wat 'll do what he likes. He's not likely to do anything remarkable one way or the other."
"He's not going to marry Lizzie Janes," Millie declared. "Not if I can help it."
"Millie," her mother scolded, "you've no right interfering in Wat's affairs. He's older than you are—"
"It isn't only Wat's affair," she cried. "She isn't only going to marry Wat. We're thrown in with the bargain. I guess we have something to say."
"Tom!" Mrs. Tyler protested. "If you let her—"
"Well," he ruled, "Wat hasn't even taken the trouble to ask us what we thought about it. I don't feel called on to help him. It means more to the girls than it does to us, in any case. They'll have to put up with her for the rest of her life."
"I guess not!" Millie said, confidently.
"Now, Millie!" her mother threatened. "If you—"
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