"The final reward of art is money, and not the pleasure of creating." "Perhaps they would be willing to take it all oat in that if othah people would let them pay their bills in the pleasure of creating," his daughter teased.
"They are helpless, like all the rest," said her father, with the same deference to her as to other women.

"I do not blame them." "Oh, mah goodness! Didn't you say, sir, that Mr.Beaton had bad manners ?" Alma relieved a confusion which he seemed to feel in reference to her.
"Bad manners?
He has no manners! That is, when he's himself.

He has pretty good ones when he's somebody else." Miss Woodburn began, "Oh, mah-" and then stopped herself.

Alma's mother looked at her with distressed question, but the girl seemed perfectly cool and contented; and she gave her mind provisionally to a point suggested by Colonel Woodburn's talk.
"Still, I can't believe it was right to hold people in slavery, to whip them and sell them.

It never did seem right to me," she added, in apology for her extreme sentiments to the gentleness of her adversary.
"I quite agree with you, madam," said the Colonel.