They're a soft-handed, soft-bodied lot of incompetent egotists, if you
ask me. Any of 'em would lick your boots in a genteel sort of way if
there was money in it; and they'd just as cheerfully chisel their best
friend out of his last dollar, if it could be done in a business way.
They haven't even the saving grace of physical hardihood."
"You're awful!" Hazel commented.
Bill snorted again.
"To-morrow, you advise our hostess that we're traveling," he
instructed. "When we come back we'll make headquarters at a hotel
until we locate a place of our own--if you are sure you want to winter
here."
Her mind was quite made up to spend the winter there, and she frankly
said so--provided he had no other choice. They had to winter
somewhere. They had set out to spend a few months in pleasant
idleness. They could well afford that. And, unless he had other plans
definitely formed, was not Granville as good as any place? Was it not
better, seeing that they did know some one there? It was big enough to
afford practically all the advantages of any city.
"Oh, yes, I suppose so. All right; we'll winter here," Bill
acquiesced. "That's settled."
And, as was his habit when he had come to a similar conclusion, he
refused to talk further on that subject, but fell to speculating idly
on New York.
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