Brooks, my dear young woman," the plump lady laughed, as she
settled herself in a chair in Hazel's room.
"So you're married?" Hazel said.
"I am that," Mrs. Kitty responded emphatically, "to the best boy that
ever drew breath. And so should you be, dear girl. I don't see how
you've escaped so long--a good-looking girl like you. The boys were
always crazy after you. There's nothing like having a good man to take
care of you, dear."
"Heaven save me from them!" Hazel answered bitterly. "If you've got a
good one, you're lucky. I can't see them as anything but
self-centered, arrogant, treacherous brutes."
"Lord bless us--it's worse than I thought!" Kitty jumped up and threw
her arms around Hazel. "There, there--don't waste a tear on them. I
know all about it. I came over to see you just as soon as some of the
girls--nasty little cats they are; a woman's always meaner than a man,
dear--just as soon as they gave me an inkling of how things were going
with you. Pshaw! The world's full of good, decent fellows--and you've
got one coming."
"I hope not," Hazel protested.
"Oh, yes, you have," Mrs. Brooks smilingly assured her. "A woman
without a man is only half a human being, anyway, you know--and vice
versa.
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