"Oh, boy," she said, "I believe you are right.

My whole ideas of life have been focussed on myself and my own individual pains and losses.

I will do as you say; and God bless you for saying it .-- Here comes Flower.

Flower," she said, as the doctor's wife trailed in, wearing a soft tea-gown, and turning on the electric lights as she passed, "will this boy of ours ever grow old?
Here he is, seriously advising that a stout, middle-aged woman should climb the Great Pyramid as a cure for depression, and do it in record time!" "Darling," said the doctor's wife, seating herself on the arm of his chair, "whom have you been seeing who is stout, or depressed, or middle-aged?
If you mean Mrs.Parker Bangs, she is not middle-aged, because she is an American, and no American is ever middle-aged.

And she is only depressed because, even after painting her lovely niece's portrait, Garth Dalmain has failed to propose to her.