How about it, Kate ?" "My dear Nora," gently chided her mother, "I wish you would not talk in that way.

It is not quite nice.

In my young days--" "In your young days I know just exactly what happened, Mother.

There was always a long queue of eligible young men dangling after the awfully lovely young Miss Meredith, and before she was well out of her teens the gallant young Gwynne carried her off." "We never talked about those things, my dear," said her mother, shaking her head at her.
"You didn't need to, Mother." "Well, if it comes to that, Nora," said her sister, "I don't think you need to, very much, either.

You have only got to look at--" "Halt!" cried Nora, springing to her feet.