Gigolo by Edna Ferber Chapter 7 Page 25

Hannah occupied the davenport couch in the sitting room. There had been some argument about that. But Hannah had said she preferred it; and the boy and girl finally ceased to object. Horace in the back bedroom, Marcia in the front bedroom, Hannah in the sitting room. She made many mistakes like that. So, then, “What in the world are you giggling about, Mother?”

“Only a game,” answered Hannah, “that some people were playing to-day.”

“A new game?”

“Oh, my, no!” said Hannah, and laughed again. “It’s old as the world.”

Hannah was forty-seven when Marcia married. Marcia married well. Not brilliantly, of course, but well. Edward was with the firm of