Gentle julia

"why, mamma, he's my very ideal i'd marry him tomorrow " mrs. atwater paused in her darning, and let the stocking collapse flaccidly into the work-basket in her lap. "not at barely thirteen, would you?" she said. "it seems to me you're just a shade too young to be marrying a man who's already got a wife and several children. where did you pick up that 'i'd-marry-him-tomorrow, ' florence?" "oh, i hear that everywhere " returned the damsel, lightly. "everybody says things like that. i heard aunt julia say it. i heard kitty silver say it." "about the king of spain?" mrs. atwater inquired. "i don't know who they were saying it about," said florence, "but they were saying it."