And that's the kind you'll marry. You'll see who I'll marry, and she won't have a domestic virtue to bless herself with. She'll be a snapping turtle, and she'll be a match for me. All the same, they're a fine bunch of old dames over there. You won't, when you look back on them from Stockholm or Budapest.
Freedom settles all that.
Clara clutched his shoulder. They can't gossip. It's all in the family, as the Ericsons say when they divide up little Hilda's patrimony amongst them. Besides, we'll give them something to talk about when we hit the trail. They haven't had anything so interesting to chatter about since the grasshopper year.