Mr. Dick, for a moment, looked a little disappointed; until the honour and dignity of having to take care of the most wonderful woman in the world, restored the sunshine to his face.

“Besides,” said my aunt, “there’s the Memorial ⁠—”

“Oh, certainly,” said Mr. Dick, in a hurry, “I intend, Trotwood, to get that done immediately⁠—it really must be done immediately! And then it will go in, you know⁠—and then⁠—” said Mr. Dick, after checking himself, and pausing a long time, “there’ll be a pretty kettle of fish!”